Queer bent bastard

“Any time,” I said. ‘I’m just glad I was here.”

He pulled back a little and again looked into my eyes. He smiled. I gave him a little squeeze. He rested his head on my shoulder again and squeezed back. After a few more minutes, he stepped back, grabbed a towel and wiped his eyes. Then he handed it to me. It wasn’t until then that I realized I had been crying right along with him.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” he said, still smiling. “I’ve felt like a time bomb waiting to explode for months. Kent and Jamie and everyone have done everything to get me to open up to them. Then, you come along…somebody I hardly know, and boom.”

“You did kinda explode,” I said with a chuckle.

“Oh God,” he said with a big sigh.

“You okay?” I asked.

“You have no idea,” he replied. “I feel…I dunno…lighter…or something. It’s weird.”

“So you’re good then?” I questioned.

“Oh yeah,” he responded. “I haven’t felt like this since…well…since forever.”

I pulled him back into a hug, gave him an extra squeeze and said, “Well, I’m here for you anytime.”