He’d never said it. He’d never uttered the words ‘I’m gay’ out loud to anyone, even himself. He looked at Wolf, his mouth opening once before he closed it back up and tried to think of what to say. Right then, being punched sounded like more fun than coming out someone he barely knew, even if he was naïve enough to trust that Wolf wouldn’t tell a soul. He took a long while, looking at his feet before shifting on the bed to face Wolf better. “I’m,” he began to say, the word ‘gay’ too scary. He didn’t want to say it, what if someone was listening outside the door? Sure. They would be able to make it all out easily, but paranoia was a drunk’s best friend.
“I’m…. in the closet,” Felix finally said, trying to consol himself. Sure, he felt sick to his stomach that this could so easily ruin his life… but a weight seemed a little lifted from his shoulders. Telling Wolf, a guy he’d already made out with, hadn’t been nearly as hard as he’d assumed. Sure, he wasn’t about to go tell anyone else, and his feelings of disappointment wouldn’t be leaving any time soon. But he was also with someone who felt safe, but that could have been the booze talking. And Wolf seemed more disappointed in Felix lying than whether Felix was, or wasn’t. “Please don’t tell anyone- I just… my family,” he began, trying to explain.