[CW: sexual content.]

There was a flitting look of relief when Simon did not get cross back at him.

“You can write,” Zechariah said with a smile.

Poetry, preferably! Most certainly his idealized fantasy of Simon based on too many nights masturbating to his classmates was, though awkward with words in person, actually a quiet poet who woke up in the morning just bursting with stanzas of Whitman running through his mind!