I was 10 when my Mother sat me down for a talk. "Milo, I know you like him..." She paused, as if trying to pick her words right, "but he doesn't like boys like that. He likes girls." Flushed and feeling caught out, I avoid her eyes. I didn't realise it was so obvious. She gives me a sympathetic but firm smile. "So don't make him feel uncomfortable and ruin your older brothers friendship with him, okay?" 8 years later...