"Huh?" Wash replied, first, about normalizing. Then. "Oh. Gosh, that's an antiquated term! Yeah, no, that's great that some guy are attracted to guys. I just have--bad memories of--male doctors and their cold hands--lingering cold hands. It's like they put them in a vat of ice and say, look how small I can get this man's penis! And then-then there's inadequacy and...coughing and...probably ruined me for the same sex all together, actually. I went to this one planet that was completely heterophobic. Only contact they ever really had with the opposite gender was to exchange sexual fluids or learn about anatomy. And when they wanted more diversity, I was the guy who delivered the...goods. A self-esteem plummeting experience to be snubbed by so many women at one time," Wash explained with a wince. "On the other hand, I was a real hit with the fellows! Liked my eyes." He nodded emphatically.
"Ow!" he had said as Tony finally pinched his hand, rather harshly. Then he smoothly completed his story, very wary then to stillness of whatever Tony had been touching.
He stood up and looked at himself.
"This is--no--this is good. I feel very..." he paused in thought, wiggling his armored fingers, "uh...can I customize this?"