"I know you're not," he assured James. "I never even questioned it. I could see why someone might, but honestly? No." Fisher didn't think he had "gaydar", but sometimes it was obvious when someone was and when someone wasn't. James was totally not.
When James plopped down in the sand, Fisher plopped down beside him. It was more a safety precaution, as his head hadn't cleared yet. "I'm surprised," he admitted. "I didn't peg you for a beach person. Too dirty." Fisher layed back in the sand and looked up at the stars, or what he could see of them. There were still a few clouds overhead. "Might rain," he said idly."
"Weird might be good for you," he told his comrade. "I don't wanna say you're uptight, but you're certainly not loose. I mean," he continued, propping himself up on his elbows, "would you ever run into the ocean fully clothed? You would not. And maybe you need someone who'll drag you along." Fisher laid back and thought about his first love, his first run into water with all his clothes on. His very expensive clothes. It had been one of the best days of his life.