I'm not gay, I- [It's possible that his face has never been more flushed. Restless and fraught, he wrings his fingers until the knuckles go white, eyes still cast resolutely away from his sister.] I still- I mean, I like girls too, I think, but-
[He's floundering, losing grip of the plot with each sputtered word. Part of him wants to refute Nancy, to rail back against their parents and heap proof on her that they don't care, that they haven't cared in ages. But instead, he finds himself hanging onto her words, starting to imagine them. What if? What if she's right, and there's actually a future like that? His parents' love and this incredible, terrifying thing that he's discovered here?
Mike sniffs, and his nose aches. He hadn't realized his eyes were damp.]
No one back home's gonna know the difference. You know what it's like.
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Date: 2021-06-22 04:35 am (UTC)[He's floundering, losing grip of the plot with each sputtered word. Part of him wants to refute Nancy, to rail back against their parents and heap proof on her that they don't care, that they haven't cared in ages. But instead, he finds himself hanging onto her words, starting to imagine them. What if? What if she's right, and there's actually a future like that? His parents' love and this incredible, terrifying thing that he's discovered here?
Mike sniffs, and his nose aches. He hadn't realized his eyes were damp.]
No one back home's gonna know the difference. You know what it's like.