———IT WAS A SMELL HE RECOGNIZED AS SOON AS SHE WAS IN THE VICINITY. caramelized onions and gooey cheese. he wasn’t sure it was emmenthaler, most recipes these days substituting that for something slightly cheaper, more simple. turning towards the young woman, he smiled, accepting the tupperware and opening the lid.
❝ … how did you know? ❞
he laughs, turning to let her in and fetch a pair of plates for sharing.
———❝ I’VE LIVED LONGER THAN A GOOD PERCENTILE OF THE WORLD. i’ve yet to see the day when straight people can act right in the presence of a queer. ❞
an accusation that held a bit of weight. it strained and pulled but never sank him, the subject at hand. he’d grown up at at time when people like him were herded into camps and slaughtered en masse. it wasn’t hard to say they’d gotten a little better from there.
❝ don’t let that stop you, it certainly hasn’t stopped me. ❞
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