Anthony rolled his eyes. "Anyways, I call bullshit on that story." To the point.

Noah shrugged. "You don't have to believe it..." he said, and he lay back again, putting his hands behind his head.

So he's just sticking to the story. Okay. Anthony stayed silent for a moment. 

...

"Why do you think so much of men kissing and fucking eachother? It's weird." He hasn't had many conversations with Noah, but a fair amount of them somehow eventually had 'gay sex' as the topic. Which was weird as fuck.

"I don't!" said Noah defensively. "But I can't help what I saw..."

"Well, you sure talk about it an awful lot," Anthony continued with his accusations. He didn't actually care about this all, he just thought it was amusing how defensive Noah got over it. "I'm not even talking about this specifically. Just, in general."

"I don't! When did I even mention it?!" Noah said rather aggressively.

Anthony could recall at least two times when that's happened. Which wasn't a lot, but it was weird that it's happened twice. "You know, Noah, it's okay. We still love and support you," he patted his shoulder for a second. He was just bullying him at this point.

Noah tried to punch Anthony in the face when the man got near. "Fuck off!"

Noah's efforts were not in vain. The punch hit Anthony in the throat rather than his face, which was probably convenient for Noah but rather inconvenient for Anthony. He coughed for about a solid twenty seconds, before getting the hint and inching away from the boy. As if things couldn't get worse. Pure silence, for a minute. "You're so fragile. Emotionally."

Noah was very pleased with himself when the man coughed and then - even better - backed away. Finally! Someone was scared of him! "You're fragile physically," he said smugly.