“I was thinking, uh, maybe we could. Go to dinner or something?"
Christian blinks. Processes. “Dinner,” he echoes.
Eric looks borderline panicked. “Not, like— Not like a date or anything! Just. Two bros going out to dinner together in a, uh, extremely heterosexual way—”
“You’re asking me on a date,” Christian says.
Eric deflates. “Sort of? Unless you don’t want to, in which case I am one hundred percent not asking you on a date.”