The longer it stretched, however, the worse it got. Charlie knew he had to say something. Bryce deserved honesty. Hell, he deserved a lot more than that, but there was no way Charlie was in any kind of place to give it to him at that moment.
He cleared his throat. “Isn’t Thursday night queer night at the Oasis? I was thinking I might try it out this week.”
Bryce had been chewing, but his jaw slowed, and then stilled as Charlie spoke. “By yourself?”
“Yeah. I think. I mean, it seems like a good idea.” He tried to smile but he knew it didn’t work. “The training wheels have to come off some time, don’t they?”
“Yeah.” He took a swallow from his coffee. “Yeah, I mean, if you’re comfortable going out by yourself, you should.”
“Well, I don’t know if I’ll ever be comfortable, but if I don’t do it now, I’ll never find the nerve.” Charlie looked down at his half-eaten omelet. He should’ve waited to talk about this until after he’d finished. He’d lost his appetite now.