"An hour? Hmph. Probably too busy stuffing donuts in their faces or rescuing rich peoples' cats from trees or something." Daniel just hoped they showed up and did their job for once. This was a serious crime. It needed sorting. Scott deserved that much.
Scott's question caught him off-guard and he choked slightly on his own saliva. Daniel coughed, trying to catch his breath, wide eyes fixed on Scott. "Oh um I... well, um, see..." He rubbed at the back of his neck nervously, mind guiltily thinking about the top-shelf magazine hidden under his bed filled with pictures of naked men. A blush spread across his face, to his ears, down his neck. "I um. I like girls and boys. Is... is that a problem?" He realised they were still holding hands.