The living room was silent, except for the ticking of the wall clock, which was sending shivers down his spine. He was nervous under the intense gaze of his father, who sat on the sofa opposite him.

"Father—"

He tried to speak, but fell silent abruptly when his father shot him a warning look, shrinking slightly among the embroidered cushions his mother had knitted. Perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea to sneak You into his room last night, or worse, to call you "Honey" in front of his homophobic father. He was going to be disinherited after this.