“You’re not crying over me, are you?”
Brian laughed. “f**k off.”
Oliver smiled. “I’m not gay, Walker.”
“Okay,” Brian said. The tension in the air was palpable, but he didn’t have the energy to do anything about it. “It’s okay. Labels and s**t, it doesn’t matter.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Brian said. “You’re just who you are.”
Oliver snaked an arm around Brian’s shoulders, pulling him into him. “f**k, man. I don’t know what’s going on with me.”
Brian kept quiet, letting the man work things out for himself.
“When I’m with you. When I’m not with you. When I think about you. s**t, even when I’m not thinking about you, I’m thinking about you. I don’t know what’s going on with me.”
Brian grinned and tried to lighten the mood. “I have that effect on most people.”
Oliver shoved him, but smiled do
