A week passed, and Travis wanted to come out to Winston, but the timing was always off. They were busy, and they only had privacy when they went to bed. Maybe it was fear keeping Travis quiet. Why, he had no idea, but he didn’t tell Winston. Travis jacked several times in the bathroom or forest.
Travis worked in the garden with Grandpa, his mind still whirling with his discovery that Winston was gay and why he wasn’t able to come out to Winston. Travis knew he was gay since he was a teen, or that’s when he came out.
Travis worked on his knees, and Grandpa had a weeding device he could use while standing.
“Travis, what’s eating you? You’ve been weeding the same area for twenty minutes. All the weeds are gone. Move on.”
With a hollow voice, he said, “Okay, Grandpa.”
“What’s eating you,
