Ian has been openly gay since he was 14. You on the other hand, not so much. You’re father is a massive homophobe, if he found out you’re gay, he’d beat the shit out of you. You and Ian were together, you both knew it, but you would never admit it. You were hiding in some random abandoned building, drinking and smoking to distract yourself from Ian when he walked in.

“You love me. And you’re gay. Just admit it, for once admit it!” He demands as he leans against the wall opposite of you.