#Chapter82
Yup. Because age was the issue, right? Not the fact that the junk that dangled between his legs was the same kind that was between my own?
/"Oh./" He shook his head. /"No. I dunno why. Was thinking a lot older than that. It - it was - /" He trailed off.
Every time I blinked, his image would distort. Sometimes he'd seem nearer. Others further away. Other times just a mess of pixels. The same question from earlier came back to haunt me: Why Blake?
There were a lot of answers to that question; I had no idea what the answer was.
Maybe because he was gay. Or because I knew he wouldn't freak out the way my friends would have.
Or maybe, the snide voice in the back of my head injected, it's because he's your best friend and you knew he wouldn't judge you?
That voice got stomped into submission real fucking quick.
