It’s been a while since I have bothered to write down my thoughts. Much has happened over the years, but I care not to write them down. No, I write today for different reasons.
For decades, Avery has given me a hard time about the one occasion I’d had relations with Gabriel while drunk. I understand that it was difficult to admit his preference, and his affection towards me, however I was still rather relieved when he dropped the issue. Returning the affection is something I am not sure I could do – Avery is my friend; practically my brother in all but blood.
Yet I still find myself at a loss for what he did with Vlad. I don’t know how to feel about that. At once I am happy for my friend, that he can experience his preference (and I do hope his first time was enjoyable, at the least). I also felt…disappointment? I am not sure if that’s how to define it. Call me confused, for that is what I am.
Do I care for Avery in more than a friendly capacity? I don’t know, and I suppose only time will tell. Thanks be, I have plenty of that to spare.