Ganymede had to chuckle at the face Raylan made at that, shaking his head. "No, no. I didn't think you meant it like that. I just thought...you should know. I didn't think you'd think less of me for it anyway," he murmurs--not only because he's been in that position with Raylan himself, but also because the marshal just doesn't seem the type to spew vitriol over something as trivial as sex preferences. "You're allowed to be confused about it all. I am, and I've lived it."

And sometimes, his life barely made sense to him, much less anyone else. "And you're allowed to not want to know any more, either. If this is just too much, and too weird...you can blame it on today being a mess, and forget about it by morning." Ganymede wouldn't begrudge him that. He'd normally have brought this up much more tactfully and not just come out with it all at once, and in bed to boot, but the circumstances had presented a rare opportunity. Still, he fidgeted, pulling the braid of his hair over his shoulder to tug on it gently, a gesture Raylan had most likely seen him do before when he wanted reassurace, but wouldn't ask for it. Not in so many words.

"Do you still want me to stay here tonight?"