Sorin & John
John felt the grip on his arm stop him and instead of letting Sorin see his hurt, he buried it behind waves of anger. Whirling around, John shoved Sorin's hand off his arm. "No! I don't want that, Sorin! I don't want to be just another..."
John stopped himself. Try as he might, he could not understand Sorin's easy sexuality with people. John had never been attracted to more than one person at a time. He had to watch them, learn about them, interact with them, and only then did he decide they were attractive, that he wanted them to be his. It was a basis of personality as much as physical beauty. Gender never played into his preferences. It was purely a gut feeling. And now he'd been rejected when he was so sure, so ready to put himself out there.
Well, fuck that.
"Just let me go." John rubbed his arm, his voice softer. "I'll be fine." And with that, he set off again, sliding the glass French doors shut behind him to cut them off.