Right, he was going to start crying. This couldn't possibly be fair. He even understood how Barry wasn't grasping this. He wasn't from their circles, he didn't have to spend more time worrying about propriety and the family name than anything else. He looked at Barry and said nothing at first, even reached out to hold his hand against the side of his face. Now he'd have to hurt him, hurt them both. He was trying to commit the moment to memory, the moment where things could have gone differently. "I can't be with a boy, Barry. You can do better than that."