It was casual. That's what had been agreed upon. You were friends... well, friends that hooked up from time to time. You didn't mind it though. Dirk, or, as he calls himself, Bro, wasn't a bad person when it came to people he gave a shit about. He was one of those types where he didn't care if the whole world vanished as long as his few friends, or people he tolerated, were still there. You, being part of that group, often found yourself at his house, just like today.

You sat on the couch with him, drinking a beer and watching some shitty movie he picked. It was so dramatic and cheesy to the point of annoyingly funny. If someone wasn't sucking face, another was arguing and breaking up. This movie didn't have a dull moment. You looked over at Bro.

There was a small smirk on his face when a joke was made, his blue eyes hidden under his shades. His arm was around you with you leaning against his side. Yeah, friends. This wasn't exactly a friend thing after what you'd just done, but you knew he struggled with his sexuality, so you didn't push it. Too many times you'd seen him curl up in disgust with himself or flinch from your touch like it would burn even though he would act like nothing happened later. He believed men couldn't love other men. But if this feeling, this ache in your chest wasn't some kind of care or hint of romantic feeling, you didn't know what was.