Connor
"You don't have to explain," he gasped, "Just give me a moment."
"I hope this doesn't change things," I flushed.
He blinked and looked at me as if I grew two heads. "It won't change a thing. I'm not homophobic," he laughed, "I'm just in shock. You know there's people who write fan fictions about you two! I won't lie and say I haven't read them. I know myself far too well. You two look so good together. Wait! You're the reason he was spotted wearing a ring. Are you two married?"
"No, no," I quickly waved my hands to stop him from spinning more fantasies that weren't going to happen any time soon. "It was simply a promise ring."
"Ah," he wiggled his eyebrows and proceeded to add his number into my phone, "Well your secret is safe with me. I promise not to tell a breathing soul, only the ghosts that haunt my home."
"Don't start with the folklore," I groaned as he handed me my phone.
