Telling Dad, Mom, even his ex-girlfriend- all so much easier than telling Matt. Charlie took a deep breath. As he started to talk- college, Benjamin, boyfriend– Matt’s hand, spreading mayo onto his ham sandwich, slowed and then stopped. Charlie thought suddenly of Saturday nights in this kitchen, Matt scarfing down Cheetos and talking about some chick he wanted to bang, neither of them with dates or prospects really, but fuck girls, we have fun without them anyway right?
Finally Matt looked up. Stared at Charlie with so much hurt, then quietly said, “Get out of my house, y-you… f-f-fucking fag.”