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If you were to ask Evan “Buck” Nash who the most supportive man he met was he’d probably say his dad. If you were to ask Evan “Buck” Nash who he was scared to come out to most he’d probably say his dad. Don’t get him wrong he is comfortable with his identity but his dad, the dad who adopted him when he was 7 months old, that’s a task he can’t face yet.
But when his dad walked into his room freshly back from work and saw him cuddling Jamie his “best friend” he thought it might be the time. Don’t get them wrong they didn’t do anything. It just is probably the time. Although his dad didn’t say anything just closed the door and went to bed.
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It was 4:48 in the morning on a Tuesday, Buck had a lift at 5:30, his dad had another shift he just picked up at 6:30, but Buck decided now or never.
He walked into the hallway, the sound of oil frying an egg on stove being the only sign of his dad. But when he finally had to reach the kitchen, all he could do was sit at the island and say “So?”
At those words his dad turned, had a calculated look on his face, like he was making sure he said the right thing.
“Kid,” he looked right at Buck, not through him, at him, “I don’t care who you date, I honestly thought you were dating Jamie the second you brought him home. But I don’t care if you’re gay, bi, if you have no clue but are just dating who you like. You matter to me Evan, and nothing can change that”
Buck just looked at him, it’s not that he didn’t love what his dad said just that he was so tired and had no idea what to say.
“Thanks, Dad” He said softly just as he stood up walked to his dad and gave him a hug. All of his worries went away cause at least he knew his dad would be there.
“Do I have to do the birds and bees talk again, or the bees and bees, the birds and birds?” His dad said into his shoulder.