"Oh, well, I stopped worrying about being accepted by strangers a long time ago. Some time in high school, probably." After a certain point you just. Stop trying to make friends, it's just easier. "I'm worried about whoever I'm with getting hurt 'cos of me. Which, like- I know that's not a problem here, everyone is weirdly accepting about all the rainbow crap we've got going on."

Certainly because there's bigger issues than whether you're gay or not, but also hey - he used we there. Progress?

He pauses, and huffs a short burst of smoke out his nose. "I think I'm just really getting up in my own head about it, huh."