[ Isn't he scared? Will's expression is the calm after a sudden sadness, surprised right out of feeling his own trepidation too forcefully. ] No. No, the only thing I was scared about was— hurting him. I've never...been attracted to men before. This is new for me too. But I was too busy worrying about if we would work, to get scared about what other people might think.

[ A beat. ] Probably would have realized I liked men sooner if back home didn't have its own lingering— ideas. Prejudices. [ It's odd to think about this while on the other side of the discussion. It's still foreign to Will, and he realizes this isn't the ideal person to unload on, but if honesty helps, he'll carefully wade through his own (brief, so very brief) experience to try to hand some over. ]

If anyone you knew from back home ever finds out and isn't okay with it— it just means they've got their own growing to do. Not that they're right.