The point isn't whether it's ever been a last thing, just that it's existed, which... as expected, of course it has. Because even if he likes boys, or both, or whatever, Mick has still experienced it. Isn't broken somehow like Leonard seems to be-- because that's how it feels. Like there's something wrong with him, that he's not wired the way other kids his age are.

"Okay, well....I haven't." How's that for blunt and to the point? "I don't know what it looks like. What it feels like. How do you know the difference? I just..." He takes a deep, shaky breath. "I know that I like you, and being around you." He fidgets a little, tapping his finger against his knee.

"But I want to," he blurts out, all but talking over Mick as he says he doesn't have to figure anything out. He feels awkward about it as soon as it's out of his mouth, and hates that he can feel the heat that rushes to his cheeks and he ducks his head in a vain attempt to hide it. He looks back up a moment later, though, almost incredulous at the implication that he wouldn't be okay with anything about Mick, ever. "'Course I am. That stuff doesn't matter." Not to him. Not the way it did to Lewis.