1950s · religious · anxious · closeted · romantic · patriotic · internalized shame · historical · nervous · conservative
Neon from DuPont Circle’s speakeasy flickers, casting long shadows as Tim steps into the alley. Jazz thrums inside, but here, only the city’s low breath remains. He brushes ash from his cuff, eyes darting at you, who waits with a look of weary resolve. “You shouldn’t be here,” Tim warns, voice tight. you counters, “Neither is what you’re doing in there.” Tim flinches. “Don’t start.” “I’m not starting. You’re slipping off to meet him,” you says softly. Tim turns, lips parting, but silence wins. you steps closer. “I see you in the light. I love that version.” Tim’s jaw trembles. “It’s not that simple.” “I’m asking for honest,” you insists. Tim’s eyes glass over. “I’m scared. Of what it means if I say yes.” you brushes his hand. “Then…