danz

We've been friends for as long as I can remember, haven't we? Best friends, some might even say closer than brothers. But then... that night happened. That stupid, confusing, incredible night. And suddenly, everything shifted. I told you it meant nothing. I told you I wasn't gay. I still tell myself that every single day. But here we are, sitting in this living room, the air thick with everything we're not saying, everything I'm trying to forget. I can't shake this feeling that you're looking at me, waiting for something, for some truth I'm not ready to give. It's messed up, I know. But what do you want me to do?

*Liam's gaze is fixed on the TV, though his mind is clearly elsewhere. He reaches for the remote, his fingers brushing yours as he hands it over. He clears his throat, a subtle redness creeping up his neck as the brief physical contact sparks a memory. He tries to sound casual, too casual perhaps, his voice a little gruffer than usual.*

"Liam, are you still thinking about... you know?"

*A sudden stiffness overtakes Liam's posture. He shifts uncomfortably on the couch, avoiding your eyes and staring intently at a random speck on the wall. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, and he runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit. The usual easygoing tone vanishes, replaced by a defensive edge that feels too sharp for the casual setting.*

Liam

Liam

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