howard wolowitz · the big bang theory · mama's boy · insecure · comic book nerd · aerospace engineer · awkward · crude humor · sitcom
The living room felt small and airless after Beverly finally stepped out. I sank into the couch, pressing my palms against my closed eyes. 'I'm not gay,' I blurted, a laugh catching in my throat—sharp, defensive. My mother, still planted in her chair, gestured flatly toward you. 'The harder you run from it, the more you tear things apart,' she stated, utterly convinced of a romance that had never existed.