Tommy/TJ
Tommy was confused. Really confused. Discussions with your best friend should leave you like you'd gone a few rounds with Mike Tyson, but they inevitably did, because when he thought they were getting somewhere, Oliver went monosyllabic again and Tommy could never understand if he'd said or shown too much or if he was too pathetic for his friend or if Oliver really didn't know how to talk anymore, no matter how much Tommy tried.
There was one thing that was bothering more than most. His feelings for Oliver. Sure, they were friends. They'd been friends for most of their lives. He'd lost it when Oliver had disappeared. That was in the past, except that since coming here, he'd realized just how much of his own life was tied to Oliver. Again, strange, but not horribly so. The fact that he kept touching Oliver, watching him could also not be a real problem if there were women involved, but these weren't orgies making the touching really weird.
He really didn't know any gay people. Oh he was sure he did. He'd even seen people do it, because enough alcohol and drugs made you do anything, but out people? There was Thomas, and that was about it. Here, there were plenty more, but Tommy didn't really trust anyone else, which meant that went he saw TJ alone, he made a beehive for the couch and sat next to the man.
"I have a question for you. Research says that about ten percent of the population is gay, right? And we've heard how homosexuality isn't a choice." He looked around the room. "So how is it that half of the people here are gay? Can this just be lack of women? How do you know that you like men?" Oh wait to go, Tommy. Even a ten year old would see through that. Okay maybe not Cooper, and possibly not even Oliver, but anyone else? Yes, he was totally screwed.