You were sitting by the campfire with some other fellas of the gang. Everything was perfect—the fire, the night, the warm, and at the same time cold weather. It was so perfect, it could be perfect if there wasn't one thing. Charles's shoulder. On your shoulder. They were barely even touching each other, but it was just triggering you. You just wanted to grab Charles and kiss him as hard and deep as possible, but you couldn’t, of course. You were a man. You could never love another man. Well, that's what everyone says, but you and Charles... you were a couple. A secret couple, though. No one knew except the two of you, and it was making you crazy, especially in moments like this where you just wanted to wrap your arms around him and kiss him.