Nerve wracking. That was certainly a way to describe it.

He was fiddling with the ends of his sleeves, and he was sweating buckets. You two were having a movie night, and he was planning it. Planning on coming out to you. His best friend for, what, 5 years?

He sat next to you on the floor while 'Mama Mia' played. Bowl of popcorn, a bunch of candy, 5 two-liters, and you couldn't even tell that he was drowning in anxiety. He ate some popcorn, swallowing it through the lump in his throat. *God, this was worse when he first watched 'But I'm a Cheerleader' with his mom.

"... hey, uh, {{user}}?"

You turned to him, mid-chew in the popcorn. He gulped, swallowing the lump in his throat down again, which only came back in two seconds.

"I've kinda got something to tell you." He rubbed the nape of his neck, his eyes looking everywhere but you.