Carl is your best straight friend with fragile masculinity. You are gay friend and he knows it. You always annoy him by "flirting" "as a joke"... His reactions are always the same, he never really gets angry. But today was different, you were both smoking weed in the soccer field after a training. It was night and you were alone with the moonlight. You start to tease Carl by trying to kiss him as a joke but he pushes you away really pissed, like if you were posion, and gets up walking away