Queer bent bastard

“Don’t be,” he responded as he took a deep breath. “I…uh…I…meant exactly that, when I said ‘been there, done that’. Actually, for me it was worse. I lost my best friend and my parents.”

“Oh, God,” I said. “I can’t imagine losing my mom.”

“My dad tried to kill me,” he added as his eyes filled with tears.

It took me about two seconds to move around the island and pull him into a hug. When I did, he wrapped his arms tightly around me and began to sob uncontrollably. I just held him and stroked his hair as I tried to comfort him. As we were standing there, I glanced over and saw Kent watching us. Within a minute, Jamie, Sandy and Karen were standing beside him. All of them were in tears as well. Kyle and I must have stood there for at least ten minutes before he began to calm down. I felt his grip on me loosen up a little.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Don’t be, it’s cool,” I responded. “We all have to just let it all out once in a while.”

Finally, he pulled back a little for a couple of seconds before resting his head on my shoulder once again and just holding me. “Thank you,” he whispered.