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It seemed like it was their fiftieth fight of the day... constantly bickering over little things, not even counting the wedding, though that stuff tended to bring out the worst in both of them. Patrick was silently huffing while making a cup of tea in the kitchen. Rachel was sitting in the living room on the couch with a book open while scrolling through her phone.

She had mentioned one little thing about the wedding, what color was Patrick thinking for his suit? He would look good in charcoal, or maybe navy, she mused. He had snapped at her, his words biting and mean. Then he retreated to the kitchen to huff and calm down while Rachel stared at him from the living room with a look of shock on her face.

“What’s going on Patrick?” she asks, her voice only shaking a little. “Why are you so angry about wedding stuff? Do you even want to get married? I mean, it really seems like you don’t. We haven’t even set a date yet and it’s been months.”

Patrick just sighs as he sits down next to her on the couch. “Rach-“ he starts, then stops, putting his tea down, rubbing his hands over his face. Rachel reaches out and puts her hand on his shoulder.

“There’s something I need to tell you, and you’re not going to be happy about it,” he says, voice shaking.

“What is it? I’m sure we can get through it together,” she says comfortingly.

He looks up at her now, with tears in his eyes. “Rach….I’m gay. I think I’ve known for a while, but I wasn’t sure what to do. I’m still not sure what to do.” Tears are now just falling down his face and he cannot stop them.

“Oh my God Patrick, oh my God,” Rachel says, freezing in place, not sure what exactly to do or say. He is now full-on crying into his hands, shoulders shaking. “Patrick-“ she starts but then stops. Her mind is racing. Gay? Really? How could she not have known? How could he have not known? She pulls her hand back and rubs her hands together, not sure what else to do. She did know she had to take care of the crying man in front of her. That was priority number one.

She grabs his hands and pulls him into a hug. He seems shocked at first but then relaxes into it. He pulls back after a minute and asks “Are you mad at me? What are you thinking right now?” She laughs through the tears that have started falling. “Patrick, I am so mad at you, and shocked and upset, but not for being gay.” She pulls him back in for a hug and says, “I am mad that I didn’t realize it sooner, I am mad that we wasted so much time trying to make things work, I am just mad at you. I cannot really put it into words right now.”

He pulls back again and starts apologizing which she quiets right away. “No apologies, let’s just move forward. Thank you for telling me, it really means a lot.” She starts thinking about what they are going to do with the apartment, their families, their friends. She shakes her head and says “There’s a lot we need to talk about and deal with, but I kinda just want to sit here and talk with you, not anyone else.”

“I agree. I have an idea and I want to talk it through with you,” he says. “ I have been thinking of leaving town for a while….”