"It was getting there. By the time I was seventeen it was almost as long as it is now." He never knew his hair would be the subject of as much fascination as it's been at this City. He went three years on Callisto without it even being mentioned, so he's hardly used to the compliments it receives here.

"And what I really meant was closer in age. I'm more than twice as old as you, though there's really no such thing as a right age or a wrong age. I guess I'm still thinking societally. Where I grew up, you could be arrested for being intimate with anyone under eighteen. That didn't stop it from happening, though." The first time he slept with another man, he wasn't even sixteen.

So much for the laws. And they might have had this conversation before; it feels a little familiar.