When Tyler gets home he begins to unpack his suitcase, putting stuff back in the bathroom, into the hamper, etc, etc. Towards the bottom of the suitcase he sees the orange shirt he lent Troye. He picks it up, breathing in Troye's faint scent that barely still clings to the shirt. As he moves to toss it in the 'dirty clothes pile" he hears the soft crinkle of paper.
"What even...?" He mutters, running his hands over the shirt. There! In the breast pocket, he can feel like...a piece of paper or a wrapper or something. He reaches in and unfolds a sheet of the hotel stationary.
"Dear Tyler," it reads. "There is something I need to tell you. I think I've always felt this way, ever since we met, but this trip was the first time it was truly unbearable. I love you. I love you and it hurts to know that you don't love me in the same way but l just don't think l can go another second witout you knowing. There. I've said it. I wanted to tell you in person, but I'm too much of a coward. I'm so sorry if I've ruined our friendship. Troye."
Tyler stares at the wrinkled paper for a minute or two then picks up the phone. His hands shaking, he dials Troye's number. Troye picks up after a couple rings.
"Hello?"
"Hey. I got your note...and................l love you too."
