Sam rubbed the back of his head, looking at a spot above them on the wall. Every second seemed to stretch out. All of the advice he'd been given seemed to have leaked out his ears. Well, it wasn't going to get any easier to say. "I... like guys." That was about as much as he could get out.
"I should probably go.." he said, inching toward the door. "You should stay," he said, pointing to Sophie. His dad would need someone to talk to, or just sort of.. watch over him. Funny that he was worried about his dad freaking out when he was pretty much on the edge of hysteria himself.