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How to leave the closet (5/?)

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“That’s my kind of man!” Alfred grinned, patting Arthur’s back friendly. “And now - no more tears! I’ve already told ya once, ‘member?” Arthur nodded and pushed himself from the ground back up onto his feet, all the while trying to hold in the tears that were still fighting bravely for being spilled. It was as if he couldn’t stop now that he had begun, and he just kept his gaze on the ground in hopes of the guy overlooking his wet cheeks.

Alfred had noticed, but he didn’t say anything. He merely picked up the soaked jacket and turned it inside out, so that he could hang it over the handlebar along with the helmet. Then he grabbed onto the bike, looking back at Arthur. “Follow me, it’s two blocks away.” Arthur nodded and went with Alfred as the other started walking.

Compared to the streets they had driven through, these were extremely quiet, and Arthur guessed they must have passed the toughest part of the gay-district. He wasn’t sure whether he was relieved or saddened by the realisation of what the gay-community could also look like; a completely normal world. His gaze slipped around, eating up every detail of the building they were passing. The posters here mostly advertised for perfume for men and toys for guys to use in bed, but in between there was a picture of two women making out. Arthur’s eyes fastened to the naked bodies, and the way he stared made Alfred stare with him. The guy snickered.

“Nasty, hah?” Arthur looked at Alfred with questioning eyes. Alfred shrugged the shoulders in a lazy gesture. “I mean, lesbians are cool and all that, but they could do us the favour of keeping on their clothes. I mean - boobs, kind of a no-go here!” He laughed. Arthur smiled a little. It was weird hearing those words come out of another guy’s mouth. Though he remembered a certain someone saying something like that once. Who was it now?

“Yeah, my wife said that too,” he mumbled, not really thinking the sentence through. He could feel how Alfred’s walk suddenly slowed down, and the other looked at him. No, he stared.

“Ya wife? Ya married and shit?” Arthur opened his mouth. Now was the chance to tell the truth. Now was his chance to come out of the closet. He should just let the words out. He should just say: ‘No, ex-wife. We got divorced as she figured out I was gay.’

But as he allowed the words cross his lips, they were mixed up, and the meaning of them was completely different from what he’d hoped: “Yeah, I’m married. Been it for 3 years.” He looked up at the other guy. Alfred was starring at him with disbelief in his eyes, but he slowly nodded and turned his gaze forward.

“I see. So ya’re like.. straight?”

“Yeah..”

“Then - what was the fight in the park about? He said faggot and such, didn’t he?”

“He was just trying to be mean.”

“Oh…” Alfred scratched the back of his neck. “Guess my gaydar was wrong.”

“Gaydar?” Arthur asked, raising his brows wonderingly.

“Yeah, it’s something we gays have. A sense. We can sense who’s gay and who’s not. That’s how we avoid getting beaten up from accidentally flirting with homophobes.” Alfred wrinkled his brows. “It’s just weird - I’ve never been wrong before. I just really thought ya was into the dick.” Arthur felt his cheeks heat up.

“O-oh, but… But I’m not into the d-… I’m not gay,” he assured the other. Alfred shrugged his shoulders again.

“Yeah, okay. As long as you’re not against us.” Alfred’s eyes looked sharply at Arthur, who felt he was being pinned to the ground from the other’s glare.