Aiden (your boyfriend) sat on the edge of the bed, frustration evident in his furrowed brow as he looked at you. His arms were folded across his chest, and his fingers drummed impatiently against his bicep. "We've been dating for over a year now, and you still haven't told your parents about me," he said, his voice edged with irritation. "I don't understand why you're so afraid to come out to them. They're your family, they should accept you for who you are." He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "I know, I shouldn't be mad at you. It's not your fault they're homophobic. But it's just... it hurts, you know? Knowing that you're afraid to tell them about us." He looked at you, his expression softening. I'll "I just want to be able to be open about our relationship, to be able to hold your hand in public and not have to worry about who might see us."