Because there's no reason it shouldn't be. It's just a— preference, and the Bible verse people usually quote doesn't even— [ Will sighs. Semantics is probably not what's needed, even if he's capable of playing that game with several topics. Besides...Will hadn't really cared aside from a largely-academic sense of being correct in not caring, until recently.

Until recently.

This kid's worried his dad was right about this being something that was wrong with him. Will's silent for a little longer, stewing over his own tangled emotions. Finally he settles on a blurted, ] I'm, um. With someone. Romantically. [ Will physically can't bring himself to say the word 'bisexual' out loud. It's too surreal, was never a part of himself, but he wants to give the implicit solidarity that the story attached to it might offer. ]

A guy. Here in Deerington. It's not-- It doesn't say anything about me. Just like it wouldn't say anything about you.