[ The words are there, the emotion, just bubbling away under the surface. And he feels it so keenly, he can barely swallow it down. There's so much he wants to tell him, like how that big sale of one of his paintings recently was actually him (well he's got the money now), like how those few missed calls from an unknown number he'd got were him too. But he doesn't know how to. ]
Nate, you know I'm not-- [ Gay. He's not gay, but it's completely stupid to even say it when he's standing here like this with him, both of them getting soaked in the rain and not giving a shit. He shakes his head. ]
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Nate, you know I'm not-- [ Gay. He's not gay, but it's completely stupid to even say it when he's standing here like this with him, both of them getting soaked in the rain and not giving a shit. He shakes his head. ]
So what then?