Dave was pretty sure he was going to need surgery to untwist his stomach from the knots it was tying itself into. He knew Bro wasn't the type to judge, he knew that, but there was still that doubt in the back of his head.

He'd been planning on waiting to tell him until high school, when he would probably be a bit more comfortable with it. Those plans had sunk flawlessly.

Fucking fuck fuck.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

He took a deep breath and opened the door, hoping that Bro was in there as he stepped into the room.