"He laughed nervously and placed a hand on the back of his neck. “Ah, right… I just uh … well Steve and you were talking once in Dustin’s kitchen when you came over that time … and uh – well I might’ve heard a little of what you guys were saying.” He paused, as if expecting some sort of scandalised reaction. When there was nothing, he pressed on, still not making eye contact. “Are you … I mean, I know it’s an extremely personal question, and you don't have to. you know. But are you – uh.” He sighed, apparently frustrated with himself. “Are you –”
Her heart sank into her gut in an instinctive panic, before it leapt back into her chest as the more rational side of her brain took control. It’s fine. It’s just Will.
She placed her hand on his shoulder. “I’m … Yeah, Will. I am.” She couldn’t even say it herself. God, this was hard."
Or the one in which gay icons Robin and WIll support each other and find comfort in knowing that they aren't alone in their battle against the heterosexuals.