On the way off to a night out in March, he told me that he loved me and we briefly hugged on the roadside. I can't believe I didn't make the kissing move there and then, the best I got was his marginal appreciation at me slapping him on the arse in the club later

I think he's clammed up a bit since.
I can't wait for some hot platonic fun in South America though. (christ I need to get laid, or mainly stop living the life of a 90s teen gay drama)