Makai thought for a while. “I guess it’s possible. Self-hatred is a powerful thing.”
“I think it’s been studied that a lot of homophobic men actually have repressed homosexual feelings themselves.” Emil shrugged and then waited for Makai to cough and spit into the bushes before they continued to walk again.
They had this down. Walking to a certain point to the driveway and then turning back to make the same trek back. It was okay. At least it was easy terrain to walk with a mug and an arm cast. Here, Makai didn’t have to worry about tripping and hurting himself more.
“Oh hey, I was going to order some stuff off Amazon today. Do you need anything?” Makai asked after they’d turned back home.
Emil didn’t say anything at first, and when he did, his tone was hesitant and quiet. “Maybe new strings for the guitar and some picks?”