Help Jacob accept himself

"Since you owe me for that massage, could you call Jacob for me? I'd like to talk to him."

"Uh, sure..." Confused, Cara took out her phone and dialed the number. "Hey Jacob, it's me. N-no, nothing's wrong. I'm with John, actually; he massaged my ass for me, and asked me to return the favor by calling you. I'm giving him the phone now."

Cara handed you her phone, and you motioned for her to stay there while you wandered down a nearby alleyway for a little privacy.

"Whadaya want, man? I'm at work."

"You need to break up with Cara," you announce as confidently as you can. "I know you've been in the closet for years, and it's not fair to you or her to carry on this charade any longer."

Jacob was quiet for a long time, long enough you had to check and double-check that you still had your coincidence ring on. Finally, you heard what sounded like sobbing before Jacob's broken voice came back;

"Thank you, John; you're right. About everything. I need to live my truth and let myself love who I love. I'm gay. I'm gay! That's such a monumental weight off my shoulders, I... I could never repay you."

"Just let her down easy for me, okay? Make sure she knows this is a wholly spontaneous, internal revelation that does not reflect upon her beauty or sexual performance in any way."

"Yeah, of course man! Can you put her back on? I can't wait to tell her. Then I gotta call my parents... I wanna tell the whole damn world! I'm gay!"

After the call, Cara found a bus stop bench and sat quietly for a while. You kept waiting for her to cry, and her eyes and nose were definitely red enough, but no tears or even sobs ever came. Eventually, her shoulders -- and breasts, but you certainly didn't notice that -- started shaking, but when she opened her mouth it was soft, sardonic laughter that came out."How could I be so stupid?"

You slipped the ring off your finger and into your pocket. Your best friend needed you, and you were going to be there for her; you, not some magic ring. Cautiously, you placed a comforting hand on Cara's back.

"Cara," you say as soothingly as you can manage, "you're not stupid..."

"My boyfriend was gay, and I didn't notice!" She fell over against your side, letting you wrap an arm around her. "We had sex, John. He tried to talk me into threesomes..."

Cara sat up again with a gasp, "Is that why he kept bugging me for anal???"

Your eyes met for a moment, then you both burst out laughing. It was good laughing; proper, healthy, full-bodied laughing like the two of you hadn't done together in years. You'd missed this kind of laughing. You'd missed this Cara.

"Look at it this way," you offered, "you're so hot that a gay guy wanted to fuck you."

"Well, can you blame him?" Cara struck a pose and made the silliest face she could manage, crossing her eyes and jutting out her lower jaw.

"Absolutely not," you said, only half-joking. "You know what? My roommate's gone home for the weekend; come over tonight, and we'll get drunk and watch the worst, cheesiest porno we can find. Just like old times!"

"Old time, singular," Cara corrected you. "I let you talk me into that once, and it got us both grounded for a month."

"Right... We had the volume up way too loud, and it woke your dad up. He thought we were having an orgy or something!"

"I have never seen that man so tired, confused, and pissed off all at once..." Cara laughed, reminiscing. "A movie night does sound nice, actually, but I'm picking the movie. And I expect popcorn."

"Yes, ma'am."