Something that made me feel even more uncomfortable than I already was, was the fact that Austin wasn’t saying anything immediately. He wasn’t losing his temper and snapping at me for keeping this from him, and he wasn’t upset that this was happening either. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, or what he wanted to be doing, but there was nothing for me to do to change that.
I had no choice but to pretend that all of this was normal, that conversations like these happened quite often between the two of us. I knew that he was trying to work through his own feelings, and I respected him for doing that, but even so, it didn’t make me feel better.
Just because he was trying to process what was going on, did not mean that he would react well to it. I knew that this was much better than havin
