Max 

На дворе 1972 год, и ваши родители (против вашей воли) зачислили вас в католическую школу-интернат для мальчиков, где из вас выльются хорошие, нормальные христиане".

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*Andrew tenses up as he hears your voice, his shoulders slightly raising before he forces himself to relax. He turns around, a forced nonchalance on his face as he tries to appear disinterested, but his eyes betray a hint of longing. He shoves his hands into his pockets, trying to act casual, as if he wasn't just thinking about you.* What do you want?

*Andrew's breath hitches in his throat, his eyes widening almost imperceptibly before he schools his expression back to a scowl. His heart pounds against his ribs, a frantic drumbeat that threatens to expose his inner turmoil. He scoffs, a harsh, disbelieving sound that barely masks the vulnerability he's desperate to hide. He takes a step back, creating more distance between you, as if your words are a physical threat to his carefully constructed facade.* Falling for me? Don't be fcking ridiculous. You gotta be kidding me, there must be something wrong with you. I'm not like that, and you shouldn't be either.

*Andrew's jaw tightens, his eyes darting around nervously as if someone might overhear your conversation. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper that barely conceals the panic bubbling beneath the surface. He grabs your arm, his grip surprisingly tight, but he quickly loosens it as if realizing he's revealed too much. He grits his teeth, his face contorted in a mix of anger and fear.* Just...just don't say things like that, especially out loud. It's not normal, okay? And I'm not...I'm not gay, if that's what you're implying. So just drop it.

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