The next morning, they were back into the closet.

"I thought we were not coming here anymore," Julian groaned, and Presnel laughed.

"Do you want us to have this conversation in front of the others?"

Julian took a big inspiration.

"I still want to tell them."

Presnel smiled.

"Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?" Julian frowned.

"Because I'm happy to know that you don't want to hide yourself. Nor me."

"Well, it's a little complicated to hide you, you wear weird outfits and you are making a lot of noise...

Presnel hit Julian's arm, and the latter laughed.

"And people think that boyfriends make compliments."

Julian rolled his eyes, taking Presnel's hands into his.

"I don't want to hide you because I am proud to have you as my boyfriend. Very proud."

Presnel hugged him.

"I'll Skype with my parents to tell them," Julian explained. "So...You can tell your family too. And for the team...we can tell them when you want."

"You know what? I just had the best idea ever. What are you doing on Sunday?"

"Something with you, I suppose," Julian guessed, and Presnel nodded. "What's the idea? Because do you remember that day when my bowl melted into the microwaves ? You said that as well."

"I can't tell you because you need to look surprised when I'll tell the others."

"Pres...you're scaring me when you speak like that."

"Trust me," he winked.

Once on the field, everyone was messing around since Tuchel was talking with his staff.

Presnel tried to reunite everyone around him as best as he could and smiled when he saw that they were all focused on him as if he was about to reveal a big secret.