Vincent had seen his family harden before his eyes, turning their house to a place where he was too terrified to even show his support for the queer community, much less come out. A place that didn’t feel like a home at all. He had to peel his emotions apart glob by envious glob to reach the real anger and fear buried beneath. Maybe if he had been like Wesley, sufficient and confident and engaging and all the other things that would have made his parents proud, maybe then he would have been the kind of son who could convince them that his sexuality was something worth loving. But he didn’t
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