Oswald's palm sweat as he set the table. His mother, Gertrud, sat down expectantly. Tonight was the night, she would meet Oswald's boyfriend. Oswald wasn't too shocked that she was supportive of his sexuality, as she was extremely protective and hated the thought of some woman stealing him away.

"I hope he is good to you, Oswald," Gertrud said pointedly, in her thick Hungarian accent.

Oswald smiled shakily, setting down the last plate, "He is, Mother."

He desperately wanted her to like his boyfriend. If she didn't...that would honestly be a deal-breaker.

There was a knock on the door. He was here.