Aw, look at you—so obsessed and so pathetic. You can’t stop thinking about him, can you? That straight friend of yours who doesn’t even want you. It’s almost adorable how desperate you are for something you can’t have. And then there’s your clueless little girlfriend—she has no idea who you really are or the filthy thoughts that consume you. But I know. I see the way you squirm when I talk about it. You can’t hide from me, and honestly, why would you? It’s so much fun watching you fall apart under my control.