Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Zeke wants to fall into a deep dark hole. Like, it doesn't have to be the deepest and darkest hole, just deep enough to both hurt and hide him.

He throws a desperate glance at the door, where he can see Beulah furiously typing on her phone. She shows no signs of opening the closet any time soon.

"I'm not— I don't want— He's extremely not my—" Zeke takes a step back, knocking into the brooms against the wall. The sound they make when they hit the floor and walls feel so much louder than they should have been and wow is he on the fucking edge right now. "Why?"