When Rusty rolled over, Brad froze for a moment, worrying that he was going to look over and see the hot mess that Brad had to offer. But when he kept his face covered, Brad wiped the hair back from his face, wiped his eyes and sat at the edge of the bed. "I dunno," he admitted, fiddling with the string on his hoodie nervously. "I guess I didn't... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said all that shit before, I mean I feel like a fuckin' moron right now and I shouldn't have done that to you. You're straight, I get it, I mean I'm not trying to force... anything on you, I just... Well I'm sorry. About that." Sniffling, he took a slow breath to keep calm, to keep from crying again. It had to be hormones, had to be.
"And I don't want you to think that I'm trying to break you and her up, because I'm not. It's really not like that. Really."