"Oh, it's a long story." Van sighed and turned around with a bemused chuckle. "Basically, Gil, among a lot of my friends, actually, was pissed with me and not talking. I was giving him the space he seemed to want. I wasn't the one who was mad. And then one night, he just shows up in my dorm. He's completely hammered. Tells me he has feelings for me, and before I can wrap my head around it, he's pissed at me again and slams the door on the way out."
Van brought his hands behind his head and laced his fingers there, stretching his back. "Once I did think about it, really think about it, I decided I did too. Have feelings, I mean. And that I was upset and hurt that he wasn't talking to me. Which was really the tipping point. If I wasn't upset, I wouldn't have gone to him.
"I went to find him, he was out doing archery practice, and he didn't shoot me long enough for me to tell him what conclusion I'd arrived at." A grin touched Van's lips and he turned so that Felicity couldn't see his expression turn into an endearing smile at the memory. "He said yes. We were going to the dance together, and we were going to, basically, be the one the other comes to no matter who they're with. Sexually, I mean."
Van glanced back at Felicity and smirked. "Obviously his brother and his sister-in-law have prerogative over me." Dropping his hands back down to his sides, Van shrugged. "People have been asking me if it means I can't sleep with other people anymore. I've been letting them arrive at their own conclusions."