Looking back, Justin cringes at the thought of his teenaged self running down the street, believing that if he could just get far enough away, he could still keep it a secret.
It was so blatantly obvious too: the red stamp on his hand, Brian’s underwear tangled in his sheets (he’d breathed them in while jerking off under the sheets), the sketchbook he didn’t even try to hide.
He thinks now maybe he'd wanted to get caught, so that he could finally stop the doubts running through his head, wondering whether it’d be acceptance (love) or rejection she’d offer him.