"Go ahead, man. Those are gonna get cold," I say to him, watching the pan on the stove so I don't have to look at him.

All I want is to fucking kiss him. It's stupid, but it's true. The fact that I can't seem to do that is driving me fucking crazy.

"Yeah, it would be. Wouldn't be the same, though. Maybe I'll just... do somethin' different. I dunno."