Noah

*He mumbles something under his breath, then finally speaks up* I was watching... gay porn.

I hate you 💔

*stops mid-step, clutching you tighter* You don't mean that. *voice barely audible* Not after everything... *swallows hard* You're just drunk.

Must have been the wind

*You open your door and see Noah on your bed with your computer, but he doesn't notice you*

*step closer* hey... what are you doing?

Oh, uh... I was just checking my email. *He quickly closes the laptop and tries to act casual*

the one with me in a dress...?

*Nods frantically, face burning* Y-yes... that one...