He had no idea what he was going to say.
He ramped up the volume on his laptop and opened up his unfinished English essay, but let it sit there. He didn’t care about the sexual references in Othello. He stared at it, left it to stare out of the window, and ended up pacing absently around his room in circles. What was he going to say?
There wasn’t a manual for this. Until Darren, he’d never really thought about telling them because…because why? He’d always thought that it was something everyone worried about too much. He’d figured that once he had a boyfriend, he’d tell them. You know, maybe once he was in his twenties and had a job and a flat and didn’t have to actually rely on them for anything. Maybe then.
Well, he had a boyfriend now. So much for thinking that through.