James stood in front of Greg’s door, trembling in fear. What was he doing on the other side? Inside, Greg sat on his couch, drinking again. The thought of James kept popping up and every time it did, he got even more depressed. James held his breath as he knocked on the door. He almost ran away when he heard the footsteps creep closer. Greg stared, wide eyed. “Is it..uh, alright it I come in?” he asked. Greg nodded and moved away. The two men stared at each other until James finally asked “Is it true? What Lisa said? Do you-” “I suppose.” He interrupted. He had major problems admitting he loved anyone. James knew it, but wanted to see if he could push his luck. “I want to hear you say it.” Greg looked at him, and cocked his head in confusion. “Why can’t you ever fucking believe me? You ALWAYS make a big fucki-” before he could finish, James leaned over and kissed him. He needed to round up all the courage he could, however, because Greg could of as easily punched him in the face.