Roger sat on his bed. He glared at the opposite wall, letting out an exasperated sigh.
Why did John have to say those things? Why did he have to make Roger question everything about himself even further than he'd had before?
At first, Roger had thought of the idea of him having feelings for Brian as absurd; he had been able to laugh it off. But the more he thought about it, the more it started to make sense to him.
As much as he hated to admit it, even to himself, he now thought John might have been right.
But what was he supposed to do? He had a crush on a man even though he had always believed himself to only be attracted to women. And on top of that, the man was Brian, who was most definitely straight and would never like him back.
Out of all the people in the world, why did he have to have feelings for one of his best friends?
Roger decided to talk to John. Maybe he'd know how Roger could deal with this newly discovered thing about himself.
Roger stood up and made his way to the door, which creaked loudly when he opened it. John, who was sitting on the couch reading a newspaper, had definitely heard this. However, he paid no attention to Roger when he stepped out of his room.
Roger settled down on the couch next to John. "Hello," said Roger while glancing at John cautiously. John didn't look at Roger nor did he say anything. Roger sighed and continued speaking. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have got angry with you. None of this is your fault."
Only then did John put down the newspaper. "Have you thought about what I said?" he asked.
"Yes."
"And?"
"I think you were right," Roger whispered. He looked at John, his eyes suddenly filled with sorrow and helplessness. "I don't know what to do."
John pulled him into a comforting hug for the second time that day. Roger didn't know how long they stayed like that, but eventually exhaustion took over and he fell asleep.
***
John heard the front door open. There was a loud crash from the hallway and someone started laughing.
John glanced at Roger. He was still sleeping.
Freddie stumbled into the room, Brian following him. Freddie pointed at Roger and John. "Aren't they cute?" he whispered, grinning. John rolled his eyes; Freddie was clearly drunk.
Brian raised his eyebrows and looked at Roger and John amusedly. "Adorable."
John, with his arms wrapped around the sleeping figure of Roger, glared at Freddie and Brian. He tried to motion them to be quiet; he didn't want Roger to wake up. But it was too late. He had already opened his eyes.
Roger seemed confused. He looked around, trying to make sense of the situation. He noticed Brian and Freddie on the other side of the room and went extremely pale. After stammering out a timid "hi," he scrambled to his feet and hurried out of the living room.
