[Phil smiles in amusement seeing Alfred's burnt microwave, thinking back fondly to the time he bullied the kid about microwaves. But as he approaches Alfred, he quickly takes note at his puffy eyes and frowns.

Sitting down next to him, he gently frees up his right hand and places the cup of tea in it, before placing the bag of donuts on the table.]

Here, it should be cool enough to drink by now.

[Then there's silence. He's not really sure what to say, at first. The poor kid looks like he's in pure shock and he can't help but feel responsible for it.

Eventually, he exhales, running a hand through his hair.]

Look... if it makes you feel any better it took me a long ass time for me to come to terms with the fact that I'm not exactly straight myself. It's weird to even consider when you've grown up in a world that tells you that men and women are supposed to go together. Don't get me wrong, women are hot, and I still love having sex with them every day but...

[Wait, fuck, this wasn't about his sex adventures. He shakes his head, trying to get back on topic.]

What I'm trying to say is that it's hard sometimes to just... come to terms with who you are. Even though there's nothing wrong with it. Just knowing that you're different in some way and that you aren't considered "normal"...

Well... I guess I know how that feels like too. It sucks, but I know what it feels like. I mean hell, I am hardly the perfect man out here.

[He lets out a half laugh, once again looking at the broken microwave.]