Gay Secret Admirer Steals My Heart Pt 2

“My mom never knew I was gay,” he continued, cuddling closer to me. “She… didn’t speak well of gays. I just didn’t want to rock the boat. Especially when she… got sick again. She stuck it out just long enough to see me graduate high school.
Part 1
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The accident happened quickly, so quickly that I could not decide even after lengthy, bitter discussions and filling out a number of reports exactly what had gone wrong. I was moving a particularly bulky load and had begun to descend a ramp to the rear yards when my forklift leaned over and abruptly flipped.
I was lucky I was securely strapped in; if I’d fallen out of the cage, I could have been crushed. The lift itself was more or less undamaged, but an unfortunately significant proportion of the load of electronics I’d been carrying had been destroyed–thousands of dollars worth of merchandise. I’d been distracted, I could admit to myself at least. I was daydreaming about having the Hemsworth brothers all to myself, naked and glistening. But there were other factors at work. The skid had probably been overloaded as well as unbalanced–I hadn’t liked the looks of it, but after being pressured all day to get everything moved, I just went for it. I wasn’t sure if that was more my fault for not taking issue with the skid, my boss’s fault for pressuring me, or the fault of whoever had improperly loaded the skid.
The skid itself was cracked and splintered apart after the accident. Most of the witnesses assumed this had happened when the lift flipped and dumped the load, but I could have sworn I heard a cracking noise before I’d tipped. Maybe the skid had been in crappy shape, and was unsafe to use.
My co-workers berated me, or at least...