I don't bother answering his question, I'm not dying, I was just taken by surprise. I haven't eaten, really eaten, since last night. That's all it is.

That's not what I care about.

I glance up at him, but my gaze returns to my knees. "But you...like him? A boy?" I ask, feeling like a right prat once the words have left my mouth, but it's too late to take them back.