“I’ve changed my clothes at your house a hundred times. You never try to look. I sleep in your bed. You never come near me.” “I didn’t know I was allowed.” “You were waiting for permission?” She looks at me like I’m insane, and I wonder if I am. “I said I was male. I didn’t say I was an asshole.” The silence that used to be so comfortable is torture right now, so I fill it. “I’m not Drew.”
