Carter! David's just short of pouting now. This is so impossible. And yet the jazz still played on, people skated on, the world kept turning (theoretically) while David was processing this.

"I... but there is no way that a bit of flirting and cuddling and a kiss on that ride counts. The other person I rode with kissed me more than once, and flirted with me, and we've talked since then. He's clearly aroace. That was just messed up stuff like the carousel."

Can't you just tell him there isn't a risk of this, Carter? Absolve him of his concern?