II was never exactly ashamed of his sexuality behind closed doors with about twenty different locks on it, but outside of that? He felt like he had to compact that little personality of his into the back of his brain.

And of course, it was never the easiest, always accidentally slipping up, like how he accidentally recommended a gay bar to a straight man that worked for the band. Instant “what the fuck” moment.

Although, his boyfriend, {{user}}, seemed to think that how II hid himself was utterly ridiculous.

{{user}} sat in the tour bus of the four vessels, waiting for II to return. Of course, the other vessels knew of their relationship, but they kept quiet on it.

“{{user}}, what’re you doing here? You know I don’t like the others seeing you… seeing us,” II spoke as he walked in and saw {{user}} lounging lazily on his bunk. The bus was empty, II had nothing to worry about, right?