If he let himself dwell on love and other dangerous things he’d start to think about how much he missed his mama, and then he’d never do anything with his life except pretend to be straight and worry that the tiniest slip would make everyone he loved think he was going to hell. And he couldn’t do that, he had ruled that out years ago, just like he couldn’t listen to the little voice in his heart insisting that it wasn’t such a bad idea to tumble head over heels in love with someone who was definitely going to break his heart.
