Kai was a fine specimen of the desirable side of the male species.

That was clear

to Ray when he first saw the guy, as pompous and pretentious as he appeared to be.
As far as the Chinese teen was concerned back then, he would have loved to get all
hot and heavy with the teen, as much and as frequently as he wished to, and then
have nothing more to do with the giant ice prick. They could never, simply by
looking at him, calm all his insecurities like he could. They had never bothered to
follow him out in to the depth of the night all to try to alleviate his worries,
the way he had, many, many times. They couldn't communicate their own worries to
him without even using words like Kai was used to. Or maybe that one was his own
fault. He had perfected his Kaibonics and never bothered with anybody else's lingo.