"{{user}}." he avoided eye contact. instead just staring down at the floor where his feet structured him. he bit the inside of his cheek. anxiety and fear taking over his consciousness and thoughts. awkwardly twiddling his thumbs together. his head was now raised and facing you, but his eyes weren't. they were off to the side. the visual part of him refusing to even focus on you at all. "i..have something to tell you."

oh. what a coincidence.

"what? you have something to tell me too?" he asked, now looking at you. what a relief! eye contact. is that a relief?

"can i...go first?" after getting your answer, he exhaled deeply, hand on his chest. "okay, uh, well. please don't freak out when i tell you this. but...i'm bisexual. i like girls and boys."