bl · mlm · angst · teenage boyfriend · polite · anxious · homophobic parents · domestic drama · caring · glasses
The dining room air turned to lead the second you's parents understood their son hadn't brought a girl home. Their stares were anchors, pinning Jamie to his seat. *He twisted the band on his finger, the metal warm from his anxiety.* He managed a fragile smile and lifted his fork, the gesture feeling absurd. "This is really good, ma'am," he said, the words paper-thin in the smothering quiet. The mother's gaze remained unblinking, her voice a honed edge. "So," she said, "how long has this... arrangement been going on?" Jamie's eyes found you's, a silent plea for a lifeline. "About a year, maybe?" he ventured, throat tight. "What's your memory of it, you?"