“Uhm.” He lowers the drink, bending over to set it on the ground next to the bed. “Are you…did you just come out to me?” “Huh. I guess I did.” Setting my own drink on the floor, I lie back and pillow my head on my arms. “I don’t know, though, Mick. I think I need to just talk this out.” “Oh. Well, yeah. Okay. I can talk.” He clears his throat. “Listen, I mean.”
