![]() When the convo paused, he’d ask another question and I’d answer as quickly and positively as I could. I pretended I didn’t sense the awkwardness of it all and answered his questions with comforting facial expressions. He downed the remnants of his Solo cup and stumbled into a conversation about homosexuality. It wasn’t long after Rayon strutted into the Dallas Buyers Club bootleg that he had finally found his segue. I could see him playing Scrabble in his head trying to find the right words. Coming out of his bedroom with a comforter under his arm, he sat back down next to me and pressed the spacebar on the pirated Oscar season screener neither of us were really paying attention to on his MacBook. He had agreed to let me sleep on his couch as a way to extend his opportunity. It was a bump to a conversation that had long past grew stale. It was sometime around the witching hour and I assume he waited as long into the night as he possibly could. “I wouldn’t want to make things weird between us,” I bullshitted, shaking my head and reaching for my drink.
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