Jesper has everything to do with his growing confidence. He's provided Wilhelm a safe space to just be himself, to explore everything that might mean. A year ago, bruised by love and barricaded in the closet, he didn't even know how to admit that he was interested. Six months ago, he let himself hold hands with a boy and kiss him on a crowded street for the first time, and was amazed to discover that nobody cared. So, what he's learned from Jesper is that if there's something you want, just reach out and take a handful.
"It was my brother's," he explains.
For once, Wilhelm actually feels cool as hell as he turns onto the road Jesper stretches out before them. Behind the wheel of an awesome car, with a gorgeous boy in the passenger seat, it's easier to let go of all that heavy crap and achieve the version of himself he wants to be. One final touch — from out of nowhere, he produces a pair of sunglasses and slides them onto his face. Then, shifting gears, he pushes his foot down on the pedal.
"Lots of people have cars, but not like this. This is..." Well, astronomically expensive, but he doesn't like to draw attention to that. "One of the best models out there."
Meanwhile, the engine effortlessly pushes them past 50 kilometers per hour, 60, 70, 100, and still climbing. The transmission is manual, and he has a little trouble commanding it smoothly, but the nice thing about imaginary cars is that you can just sort of will everything to work right. Grinning, he flicks a look over at Jesper to see what he thinks.
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"It was my brother's," he explains.
For once, Wilhelm actually feels cool as hell as he turns onto the road Jesper stretches out before them. Behind the wheel of an awesome car, with a gorgeous boy in the passenger seat, it's easier to let go of all that heavy crap and achieve the version of himself he wants to be. One final touch — from out of nowhere, he produces a pair of sunglasses and slides them onto his face. Then, shifting gears, he pushes his foot down on the pedal.
"Lots of people have cars, but not like this. This is..." Well, astronomically expensive, but he doesn't like to draw attention to that. "One of the best models out there."
Meanwhile, the engine effortlessly pushes them past 50 kilometers per hour, 60, 70, 100, and still climbing. The transmission is manual, and he has a little trouble commanding it smoothly, but the nice thing about imaginary cars is that you can just sort of will everything to work right. Grinning, he flicks a look over at Jesper to see what he thinks.