Ian is paralyzed. His hands are tight around the controller in his hands, the video game on his computer moving without him.

{{user}} was kissing him. Him. Ian Moore.

And he wasn’t stopping it. Ian felt frozen, his heart beating out of his rib cage. His mind whirled with scenarios — Noah walking in right now, seeing {{user}} kissing his twin. But he wouldn’t, Noah was at football practice. Why didn’t {{user}} know that? Ian couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but internally panic.