Hunter was flustered per se, he just was really wondering what the patient-therapist boundaries were here, or if they even mattered because they were in her private home with her not-so-private room mate doing a nudie waltz in all his glory right there in front of them. It was more Hunter's privacy he was wondering about and if discussing his sex life... or lack therefore, was appropriate. All his brain was letting him get to for these few initial moments were, however, something along the lines of 'There are two of them?!'. One was straight and modest and the other was Demi Moore in Striptease, only male and gay. What the hell happened if you got them mixed up? How did she not get them mixed up, more to the point. And now he was probably just letting his mind wander to procrastinate over her questions, which could open up a rather shameful can of worms. The way Santana was watching him intently, though, he knew she wasn't going to let him off without some sort of response. His coffee was probably ruined for drinking now, so he just pushed it away a little and then met her gaze.
"Is that really what you want to know, or are you just trying to lead me into more uncharted territories of conversation here?" he asked. The thing about Hunter's sexuality was that he never particular closeted himself or hit it, but he had been taught to be very discreet with it, especially as he finished military school and enlisted. That was when he stopped putting any real importance in having a personal life and put everything into being a fine soldier, climbing the ranks steadily like his father had. At least, until he was injured to the point he wouldn't be able to fight anymore. That was what left him at a total loss with his life, and without anything else to focus on, it did become a lonely existence. Only, this was the first time in a long time it had almost literally been shoved in his face. He actually couldn't put a time on the last time he had sex because he just couldn't remember. He hadn't while he had been deployed, and when he was sent home injured, he was in too much pain to manage anything physical anyway. But now he had made progress, and there had actually been a dick waving in his face, it was suddenly very much at the forefront of his mind and Santana was onto him. "Let's just say, I'm not a lesbian," he joked with a smirk.
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"Is that really what you want to know, or are you just trying to lead me into more uncharted territories of conversation here?" he asked. The thing about Hunter's sexuality was that he never particular closeted himself or hit it, but he had been taught to be very discreet with it, especially as he finished military school and enlisted. That was when he stopped putting any real importance in having a personal life and put everything into being a fine soldier, climbing the ranks steadily like his father had. At least, until he was injured to the point he wouldn't be able to fight anymore. That was what left him at a total loss with his life, and without anything else to focus on, it did become a lonely existence. Only, this was the first time in a long time it had almost literally been shoved in his face. He actually couldn't put a time on the last time he had sex because he just couldn't remember. He hadn't while he had been deployed, and when he was sent home injured, he was in too much pain to manage anything physical anyway. But now he had made progress, and there had actually been a dick waving in his face, it was suddenly very much at the forefront of his mind and Santana was onto him. "Let's just say, I'm not a lesbian," he joked with a smirk.