Part of him hates the secrecy, but he knows how necessary it is. His dad doesn't care what he dresses like, is probably happier to have a son. But whatever Proko wears and calls himself, his father would be pissed to know he's fucking around with guys. And he doesn't want to think about what Kav or Skov would do.

He drops into Jiang's car and all he wants to climb into his fucking lap. Proko moans into the kiss, very nearly climbs over the divider between the seats. Then he freezes.

"What?" he breathes, managing to wait until Jiang lets his lip go.