“I’m not gay, Ren. I’m sorry. I’m just not.” My words feel cold and partly untrue. “And I’m not either, Ky! But that doesn’t mean that I don’t fucking love you!” His voice cracks on the last words. “Or want you. Or think about you every waking moment of the day.” Warren stares at me with panic-stricken eyes, dragging his fingers through his hair like he might rip it all out.
