"Ju?"

"Yeah?" the German player answered, focused on his pancakes. He raised his head when Presnel did not answer, frowning. "Yeah? You don't like it? Do you want me to cook something else for you?"

"No, no, it is really good. I just wanted to ask you...why? Why did you invite me like that? I mean, don't take it the wrong way, but...we usually don't invite each other to eat pancakes."

Julian nodded, trying to find his words. But suddenly, he wasn't sure that it was a good idea anymore. Spending time with Presnel was always a good idea, but explaining him why he was there today, not that much.

"Hey, Jule, I'm not asking for an essay," Presnel put his hand on Julian's. "Why are you mentally freaking out?"

"Sorry. I'm sorry. I...didn't want you to believe that."

"To believe what?" Presnel frowned.

"That it was a test, because it wasn't."

"A test?"

"When I kissed you, I know that you think that I kissed you to make sure that I prefer boys but I don't want you to think that because it is not true, I..."

He took a break to breathe, but that break last a little longer that it was supposed to when he realized that he was more than ridiculous. And now, he didn't want to keep talking but to find a way to erase Presnel's memory instead.

"Julian," Presnel almost whispered--it was the first time that he heard Presnel talking that low--, and Julian shook his head. "Jule, please look at me."

After a few seconds, he raised his head to look at the French player, who smiled at him.

"It's just me."

Julian shrugged. He knew that Presnel was right, and that he was that one person that he trusted, with who he could be himself. But it was harder than usual.

"Yes but I like you and I don't know how to tell you," Julian said before realizing that he really said that instead of just thinking it.