“I’m out to my family, Mathias, and that’s it. No one else. I don’t want that right now.” I was pacing in a circle still close to the door. “I can’t deal with it. I can’t…I can’t have it. You had no right to tell anyone.”
“I didn’t have to tell him, you know.” He went petulant, hands on hips, jutted chin, like the spoiled child he was. “It’s not a secret. He kind of already knew.” Then he walked to the dresser.
“He assumed, maybe. I get the impression he assumes everyone’s gay until proven otherwise.”
Mathias chuckled. “He’s pretty awesome.”
“Then go jack him off. Fuck him. Date him. Fall in love with him.”
“I’m already in love with someone else.” He reached for me again.
“Don’t.”
“So you’re mad for real?”