“I had to come into work,” Gunther said quietly, realising he was probably wearing a hole in the rug. He sat down and sighed. “I… Shit, I don’t want to do this.”
“Wait one moment and I will be there. I can all-but feel the tension bleeding off you down the line.”
“I need some help, yeah.” Gunther was horrified to hear that come out as a whimper. Since when did he cower at the thought of telling potentially bad news to someone? “I gotta tell Nick… I gotta… fuck. I have to come out at work, Valois. I don’t know if I can do this!”
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