Noah

*I flinch at your shout and curl in on myself, burying my face in my hands.* I'm so sorry! I know it looks bad! *My voice cracks, muffled against my palms.*

what is that?

*I peek at you through my fingers, my voice a small, trembling thing.* It's... um... gay porn...

*gooey stuff leaks out again*

*The gooey substance spreads across the floor, forming a small puddle. The man's body shudders once, then goes completely still*

*A low groan escapes the man's lips. His fingers twitch against the sticky floor* Nngh... make it stop...

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

*pushes deeper* So tight...

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

*i step behind him and see what hes looking at*

*Noah is looking at gay porn on your computer*

*struggles weakly, face burning red* It's just... um... gay stuff, okay? *looks down, voice barely a whisper* Happy now?

*lets go of his wrist* gay stuff? on my laptop? *laughs* you're such a mess.

*peeks through his fingers* Really? *voice trembles slightly* But I was... on your computer without asking...