Kapitel 187: Peace with a Duck

Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira 

These past few days had been incredibly hard for me. We had been in Germany for three days and I knew the bomb shell I had dropped on Bobby the last day of our holiday, had left a lot of unsaid emotions in the air. 

Even though he told me he loved me and accepted me the way I was and what I had been through, I could not help but feel slightly on the edge. Bobby was not known for dealing with his emotions sometimes. He had gotten over his father in a blink of an eye and his therapy was always steak, beer and busying himself with a new activity. 

So far he had had his beer, he ordered a steak that night for dinner and his project was fussing about his blonde hair. He was still Billie Bob and he treated me exactly the same. Yet for some reason even though I felt relieved I told him about it, it felt like I had a new weight on my shoulders by the unsaid things between us.