Hard: Gay Taking

Marcus walked over and handed him a clean rag for his hand. "You take everything so hard, Leo. You carry it like you’re the only one allowed to feel the weight."

Leo looked up, startled. "I have to. If I don't hold it together, who will?" gay taking hard

"The rest of us," Marcus said simply. "You’re so busy being 'strong' and 'resilient' that you’ve forgotten how to let people in. Being gay in this world is tough, yeah. But you don't have to take the hits alone." Marcus walked over and handed him a clean rag for his hand

"Start with the dresser," Marcus grinned, gripping the handle. "I’ve got the heavy end. You just guide it in." "I have to

His friend Marcus was helping him move. Marcus was the kind of guy who didn't say much but noticed everything. As they struggled to pivot a solid oak dresser through a narrow doorway, Leo’s grip slipped. The wood barked against his knuckles, drawing blood.

"Dammit," Leo hissed, leaning his forehead against the cold wood. He didn't move. He just let the frustration of the last decade settle in his chest. Marcus set his end down. "You okay? It’s just a dresser."