When my shy roommate finally told me why he never brought girls home, I almost believed the reason he gave me.
Then I saw the reason.
And something in me I didn’t have a name for came to the surface.
What I stumbled upon in his laptop told me everything, what he watched alone, what he wanted, what he’d never had the nerve to ask for.
I came to him with a plan. Something we could justify. Something that sounded like helping.
My best friend almost believed me.
I think he wanted to.
