"You're the first of the guys that knows-" Neville stopped short and shrugged. "Well, that might not necessarily be true, but you're the first one I've talked about it with." Neville finally brought his soup round to his mouth, and he reveled in the taste for a moment. It was delicious.
"I know what you mean. I just... want to be me, I suppose - but I also don't feel like it's something that I should have to go around spelling out for everyone. It's none of their business, right? I don't make anyone tell me the sordid details of their sex life - why should I have to tell them mine?" Neville sighed in a frustrated manner.