Almost angry, but not quite, Brad rounded on Rusty. "No, you moron, you didn't do anything wrong! Don't you get it?? You're doing everything right, and I'm..." Sighing, Brad dropped his hands at his sides. "I mean Jesus Christ Rusty, you're looking at me with those big eyes and telling me everything's okay, and I'm gonna find someone great, and you miss my face, and that you just want me to be exactly who I am... And you hold me like that, and you're so close to me I can almost taste you, and you... You're fuckin' killing me here, Rus. Do you have any idea how hard it is not to kiss you right now?" Scoffing, he ran his fingers through his hair. "No, no, of course you don't, because you're not... You've never been in this position before. You've never sat there and looked at someone and known that the only thing standing between you is your gender. Let me tell you, it fucking sucks, dude. It sucks more than anything in the entire world."