Despite Tom’s momentary panic, Dee had no reason to seriously think that aliens existed. He was of the mindset that humans probably weren’t alone in the universe, if only because that would be a big waste of space. But he didn’t think they were here, on this planet, playing in rock bands or leading international corporations.

“…I understand what that’s like.” He empathized. Having a rare genetic anomaly himself - and being 100% human - he understood. Or, at least, he thought he did.

“Not sure if mine was inherited… or if I just got lucky with some spontaneous mutations.” Dee admitted. “But it is genetic. If I wanted to have a family… they might end up like me…”

Not that he really had to worry about that, being in a homosexual relationship.