Just be my brother

Hrm.

“So when you think about guys, in a pants-on sort of way,” I asked, “do you think about romance?”

“Picnics on the beach? that kind of thing? Sometimes.”

(Later)

“‘Cause I love you more than I can ever say. And I’m not sure anymore that it’s all brotherly love.”

Silence.

(Later)

“I’d do anything I can to make you feel better.” He’s got a cold this week.

“Purrr. Just be my brother,” he said.

Feeling a tiny bit … rejected?

Had not expected that. Then again, hadn’t expected to say anything at all.