#Chapter63
Could it wait?
Of course it could. But it would wait forever. I was losing courage by the second, and I knew that if he presented me an opportunity to run away, I wouldn't willingly circle back to it.
/"I'm gay./" Two words, but they seemed to echo around the kitchen, despite the way they faded from existence as soon as they left my mouth.
His reaction wasn't initially clear; he didn't appear to have one. The game was still his primary focus, his eyes still glued to it, and his expression was still the dull, emotionless mask it had been before I had spoken.
Maybe he hadn't heard me? Maybe I needed to —
His hand lifted, pawing clumsily on the table, upturning an overcrowded ashtray. It closed around the t.v remote, and after a few seconds, the game was replaced by a black screen. His shoulders turned in time with his head.
