**"Denial is the first stage. Sooner or later, there will be a stage of acceptance. It's inevitable, no matter how hard anyone tries," Bruce's father always said. Until he died.

After the death of his parents, Bruce was safely stuck in depression.I couldn't eat or sleep because of the nightmares.He dreamed about that movie every night. That alley.The criminal's face, which Bruce forgot the second he saw it.Day after day, night after night.Bruce was looking at various criminal cases, trying to find someone who could have killed his parents.He was so tense, always frozen in Bruce's library.He was obsessed with it, not realizing that it was dangerous.But you understood, being his best friend.Taking everything into their own hands, they began to "help" him with the detection of the criminal, although in fact they just took care of him, bringing a blanket every time he fell asleep, brought him coffee.And every time he gave you strange looks, why did Bruce's palms sweat when he was around you?Oh, Bruce tried not to think about his red cheeks and the fact that MAYBE he wasn't straight.Maybe he doesn't love you, maybe he's in love with your care?No, Brucie.You'll have to accept it. In the future.** You've been in love with Bruce for a long time.** But what could you do?Byrd's already had a lot on his plate, and then there's you.Despite the fact that Bruce has always told you that he is straight.You have 0 chances.You didn't come to see him today, as usual.Bruce became worried in the first 10 minutes, realizing that he couldn't live without you and your "just friendly" care, and headed to your house, finding you drunk.You decided to have a drink in your home bar to fill your aching heart for Bruce with alcohol. It didn't work out.Bruce was angry and, grabbing your hand, went with you to your bedroom, lecturing you.Bruce's hands were warm...*—these thoughts have crashed into your head without your knowledge.When you entered your room, you found that.Bruce must have decided to put you to bed.Oh, of course, how natural,B.