Brendan stands shocked for a moment, paralyzed, unable to articulate anything in the face of what the other boy is asking of him. "N-No. You're too weak—you're too—"
"Stop saying that!" says Wally, desperate, reaching forward to seize the fabric of his shirt. "Everyone always says that! Too weak to have a pokémon, too weak to challenge a Gym Leader, too weak to have a boyfriend! I'm not, Brendan, I can handle this! Please!"
"Calm down," pleads Brendan, trying to tug Wally's hands away from as gently as he can (he can't bring himself to use any force, because what if he hurts Wally? He could never hurt Wally), but the other boy is having none of it.
"Please, Brendan," he begs. "I know you want me too. Just give me something, anything, I can't stand it anymore! I need this!"
Brendan grapples a moment longer with the decision; but really, there is no choice: he lets go of Wally's wrists and pulls him closer, closing the distance to kiss the smaller boy as hard as he can, hard enough to bruise.
He wishes he were doing it out of love, or affection, or anything that isn't fear; but the only thought racing through Brendan's mind right now is that he has to stop Wally from shouting before he stops breathing.
He hopes fervently that it will be enough.