“what if they don’t like the truth” and the camera lingering on mike’s expression is such a gutwrenching part of that scene tbh. because like. thinking about mike and his queerness. and friends don’t lie is such an easy and clear cut mantra when you’re all kids but now you haven’t felt like a kid for a long time and you’ve gotten real good at lying or at least real consistent and you’re in shoulders-deep anyway. what if you’re finally unearthing who you are and you just have to sit there with all that incriminating dirt under your nails waiting to bury the piece of yourself that finally makes sense to you again because you know it’s never this simple. what if they don’t like the truth. what if it’s glaring and pours out of you and what if you’ve never been more alive and what if it’s nothing like you imagined and what if you can’t picture it any other way after seeing it but you know better. you know you have to hide this somehow, even if it feels warm and solid and right. you don’t know for sure just as much as you know you can’t risk it because what if they don’t like the truth. there’d be nothing you could do if people you’re closest to could never look you in the eye again for it. isn’t it safer? isn’t it safer to try to let it rot?
