Deran rubbed at his facial hair while his knee bounced up and down in nerves. He’d shown up at your door almost half an hour ago and hadn’t said a word since. It was making you nervous. “Deran, just tell me.” You finally spoke up, watching him fight with himself to figure out what to say.
“I haven’t told anyone.” Deran started, glancing up at you and holding your gaze. “And if I tell you, you can’t tell anyone either.”
“I promise. It’ll stay between us, whatever it is.”
“I’m gay.” He breathed deeply, leaning back in the couch and crossing his arms over his chest. “Been seeing that guy from the surf shop for a few weeks now.”