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Larry was just laying there, thinking of the one thing that started this whole mess. Sal.
You see, beginning a few weeks ago, Sal had seem to get closer to Larry. Be it standing a little closer to him in the elevator or always sitting next to Larry at lunch.
Larry didn't really notice at first. But as Sal began to cling to him like a little child, Larry couldn't help it.
He soon found himself letting Sal cuddle up to him when they laid together. And having no problem when someone asked him to scoot closer to Sal.
That brings us to now where we see a not so tired Larry in bed.
Larry soon started to question himself. He wonder why he was letting Sal do this. Why he felt something in the back of his head. Why his heart pounded when Sal and him got intimate. Was he-
Larry train of thought was cut off by the crackle of the walkie talkie and a familiar yet distorted voice coming from it.
"L-larry Face?"
"Yeah Sally Face?"
Larry could tell something was wrong with Sal. He could always tell. Whether a nightmare or insomnia, Larry could always tell.
"Can I c-come down?"
"Of course little dude. Never any need to ask."
Minutes passed before Sal gave a quiet knock on the door.
Larry walked out of his room to open the door for Sal. Being careful not to wake Lisa.
"Hey there Sa-
As soon as Larry opened the door enough for Sal to get through, he burst through the door and almost tackled Larry. If Larry wasn't so awake, Sal might have managed to actually bring him to the floor.
Larry ended up carrying Sal bridal style while the ladder griped Larry's shrit so hard his knuckles were turning white.
Once in the room and on a beanbag chair, Sal began to unbuckle his mask.
Now this wasn't unusual. Larry had seen Sal's face many times after the first. So much so that he'd almost memorised it. But for some reason, this time felt different.
Larry couldn't stop staring. Looking at the beauty before him. The way Sal's scars stretched across his face. How the light perfecly highligted his features. And how the deepest scar was on Sal's cracked yet soft li-
No, stop it.
"Hey Larry?"
"Yeah dude?"
"How would you feel if, " Sal swallowed a lump, " I told you I was gay?"
Larry felt something in his stomach. He couldn't pin point what, but he felt something.
"Dude, you know I'll always accept you. You're my best friend and it'll always stay that way." Why did those words feel so wrong.
"Larry."
"Yeah Sal? "
Sal took in a deep breath.
"I'm gay."