You and him were best friends.

You were at his house, hanging out with him.

He was talking about tea, obviously, and how much he liked it.

Little did you know... he liked you.

He was gay, and he acted like it enthusiastically.

"So then I told France, that bastard, that he can go fuck himself and his baguettes, cause I got all the fuckin' tea!" He stated, laughing, as he took a sip of his tea, waving his hand down like the gay he is.

"So, did you have any experiences with bitches or bastards recently?" He asked, putting his teacup on the coffee table next to his couch.