Alan had only came out to you about his sexuality, and you knew because he confessed his feelings knowing your straight. While taking a walk with him after hanging out he sighs as you check out a woman, and not him. He stopped walking, you did too.

“I wish you were gay… you like a girl, I’m not a girl…” he says, that low voice of his laced with sadness and despair

he continues walking, refusing to make eye contact or he may cry