Chapter 2: Now it's a Party

Weiss and Blake returned to the room, and Blake immediately got back into bed to continue reading. It was clear she was still upset, but luckily for her, Weiss didn't know the real reason. Unknown to her though was how bad Weiss actually felt about seeming to be the cause of it.

'Damn it, why do I keep doing this?' the heiress angrily thought. 'I come off as such a huge bigot all the time, is that really who I am? I don't have a problem with homosexuals... At least I don't think I do, I can't say I've ever been friends with one before Blake. Well, that is if Blake really still thinks of me as a friend. After the way I reacted to her being a Faunus, and now this, I don't think my apologies are enough. I need a better way to make things right with her...'

The girls went to the dining hall with team JNPR not long after Weiss and Blake got back, and it seemed that team RWBY had two distracted members now. Blake seemed very detached, which everyone assumed was because of what happened at the docks. Weiss was constantly zoned out as well, deep in thought about something. Naturally her friends asked what was wrong, but she played it off as just feeling ill. It wasn't completely a lie, she did feel a little sick to her stomach, but because of a new string of thoughts swirling around in her head.

She'd been preoccupied with what to do for Blake until then, but while thinking over the conversation they'd had in the library, a question she'd been asked brought on more thought than she expected. It seemed like a harmless curiosity at first, but the more she rolled it over in her head, the more she realised it was more than that. Blake had unintentionally, and unknowingly, planted a seed that might end up bringing her dream to a reality after all.

'No, there's no way... I can't possibly like another girl... can I?' Weiss thought, beyond confused about herself. 'I've always liked boys... At least I think so... I've never been in a relationship before, but I've always seen guys as attractive. Not girls.'

The more she tried to deny it, the more she began to notice subtle things she hadn't seen before. A strange feeling from seeing another girl in a cute outfit that she had always thought was just a twinge of envy now seemed like it may have been something else. 'No, no, this is ridiculous. When I look around this cafeteria I can clearly tell what guys I'm attracted to, and I don't have that same sense when looking at other girls.'

Sure enough, she had no problem picking out the boys she thought were cute. However, there were definitely a few girls that caught her eye in a way she hadn't expected. Being able to tell who looked pretty in an outfit was nothing new, but there were a couple girls who gave her the same reaction she had to the other guys. A cute facial feature, a pretty smile, they seemed a lot more noticeable and appealing, and the heiress gasped as she realised she actually felt attracted to them.

'No no no no, this is bad, this is very bad. I can't be... I can't! My parents will kill me! Okay, maybe not that extreme, but they would definitely throw me out...'

"Weiss? Are you sure you're alright?" Ruby asked, sounding more worried than she had before. "You look like you're about to cry."

Weiss snapped out of her thoughts and looked around at the concerned faces of her friends and teammates. She blinked a few times before putting on her usual, neutral face, not having realised how much her inner thoughts were being reflected outward. "Yes, I'm perfectly fine," she said with a level voice.

Ruby's look of concern only deepened, "Okay, if you're sure... Promise that you'll tell me if there's someone wrong?"

"Fine, I promise," Weiss replied, crossing her arms and pretending to be irritated from the constant questions.

'I shouldn't lie to her, but I'm not about to talk about this here. Maybe once I get everything back to normal I'll tell her about it, but that can wait until we're in private and I'm no longer confused enough to think I like girls.'

After dinner the two teams split up, but more by their members than by team. Ruby went with team JNPR back to their room to take Ren's spot in a game of Remnant. Ren had decided to go with Blake to the library, both of them preferring to have a quiet evening to read without distractions. That left Yang and Weiss by themselves in their dorm, at least until it was time for Yang to go to her party. Weiss went right to her desk and got out her study materials before Yang had even reached the centre of the room. Studying seemed like a good way to get her head back to where it needed to be, but she quickly found it impossible to concentrate with everything else on her mind. That didn't stop her from trying, but she didn't make a lot of progress.

"Weiss, is everything really okay?" Yang asked after a while, noticing that Weiss hadn't moved at all in quite some time.

The heiress' eyes stayed fixed on her notes for another few seconds before she registered that someone was talking to her. "What?" she finally asked, turning to Yang with a dazed expression after from being pulled from thoughts. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine."

She turned her attention back to her papers, but Yang wasn't exactly convinced from her response. The blonde hoped down from her bunk and walked over the desk, pausing once she reached the heiress' side. Weiss didn't seem to notice her coming over, and Yang could tell the she wasn't actually reading anything. Weiss' gaze was aimed past her notes, and from the sort of glazed look in her eyes, Yang could tell she was thinking hard about something. The heiress' expression slowly began to fall from whatever she was thinking, and Yang needed to know why. With a devious grin, she grabbed the edge of large, open book and slammed it shut, making Weiss jump about a foot in the air at the unexpected sound.

"Excuse me, can I help you?" the heiress angrily asked, standing up from her chair. "I'm trying to review for next semester."

Yang rolled her eyes, "Bullshit. You were completely zoned out. Talk to me, because I'm not buying that nothing's bothering you. You've been acting distracted ever since you got back from the library. It's not like you. Now tell me, what's the matter?"

"I-I... I don't really want to talk about it, okay?" Weiss replied, not feeling up to lying about it.

"Why not?"

The heiress sighed, "It's... personal. And really confusing, and... It's hard to explain. It's something I need to figure out on my own."

"I somehow doubt that," Yang said as she pulled another chair over and sat down. "You know your team is always here for you no matter what. Whatever's wrong, we can work through it together. You don't have to do everything on your own anymore."

"I really wish you could help, but I need to think this over on my own," Weiss said, although her tone didn't reflect the confidence of her words. "Just trust me on that, okay?"

Yang was hesitant to just drop the subject, but it was clear that she wouldn't make any headway if she continued to pry like this. "If you're sure," she said a little dejectedly before standing up and putting her chair back. She went to jump back into bed, but then an idea crossed her mind. "Hey Weiss, wanna come with me to the party tonight? I know it's not really your thing, but I've been talking with Ruby, and we think it'd be good for you to step out of your comfort zone once in a while. And hey, maybe it'll help take your mind off whatever's bothering you."

'Oh my God, why can't she just leave me alone? Can't she see I'm busy studying... Oh who am I kidding, I'm not in the right mindset to study. I suppose it couldn't hurt to try and forget this whole Blake and liking girls thing for a while... But a party? With Yang? That sounds like an absolute recipe for disaster!'

Weiss sighed, "Look, I admit I'm not always the most... flexible, but I really don't think that going to a party is a good idea. Besides, I-"

"Oh come on," Yang interrupted, not in the mood to listen to more of Weiss' excuses. "It's not like I'm saying you have to do a keg stand, which there won't be. I'm just asking you to come and hang out with me. You don't have to drink, you don't even have to talk to anyone else, but you really do need to take a break from school and just chill."

Weiss went to give a quick comeback, but hesitated. 'Well... I guess it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to go. I'm sure it'd take my mind off of all this. But she'd better keep her word.'

"Alright, fine," Weiss finally replied. "I'll go to the party, but you'd better not be lying."

Yang rolled her eyes, "Don't sound too excited. Okay, let's get ready to go then. Party starts at eight, so we'll leave a little after so we're not the first ones there. I know that'd make you uncomfortable."

"This whole thing makes me uncomfortable," Weiss pointed out, but Yang ignored the comment. The heiress walked over to the dresser and started to look through her more casual outfits, assuming that they would be the most appropriate to wear. Her eyes fell on a cute, blue, low-cut t-shirt, but she wasn't sure if it was too revealing for her to wear out to a party. "Hey, what do you think I should wear?"

Yang shrugged, "I dunno, whatever you want. You'll be fine in your usual outfit, and it'll probably keep guys from coming up and hitting on you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that wearing a really conservative combat skirt and blouse sends a pretty clear signal that you're not interested," Yang replied with a laugh. "Don't worry, the boys will probably be lining up for me anyway."

Weiss glared across the room, "What, you don't think I could attract a good-looking guy?" There was a little more of a bite in her tone from her current inner conflicted, but since she was usually this easy to get angry, Yang didn't notice the difference.

"Are you saying you want to?" the blonde asked with an amused smile. "Cuz if you do, then that blue tee, your black miniskirt, and your taller heels are the way to go."

"Oh shut up," Weiss shot back. It was strange to her, but she didn't actually feel as irritated as she seemed to be. She was somewhat enjoying the sort of friendly banter with Yang, something she knew she wouldn't have a few months ago. "Alright, I guess I'll go in what I've got on. Is there anything else I should do to get ready?"

"Um... Nope, I think you're good. Let's see, it's just after eight, so we should probably get going. Anything you need before we head out?"

"Besides a place to hide so I don't have to go?" Weiss joked, getting a chuckle from Yang.

"Be honest, you're actually really happy I asked you to come. I know you are."

Weiss rolled her eyes, "No, I really don't want to go. I'd be much happier staying in for the night. But, if the team insists that I go, I'll go."

"At least we got you to agree," Yang replied, taking a quick pause after seeing herself in the mirror to fix her eyeliner. "You wouldn't have even considered going last semester."

"Yes, that's because the old Weiss had a better sense of judgment. You can thank your sister for slowly wearing that down."

Yang gave a smug smile, "You're welcome. Alright, let's go!" She led Weiss on short walk to the student apartments on the west side of campus. There were a lot of people out walking tonight, and Weiss assumed they too were headed to parties based on their outfits. The two went into one of the busier buildings and up a flight of stairs before Yang found the room they were looking for. She knocked and, after a few words in right tone of voice to the boy who answered, they were let in.

Right from the start, Weiss could tell she was as far out of her element as she could be. The music was ear-shatteringly loud, the crowd composed of the exact kind of people she tried to avoid, and everyone had some unknown concoction of alcohol in a red solo cup in hand. Her first instinct was to just turn around and walk away now, but she knew Yang wouldn't let her. She was already here, and she decided to try to make the best of it. She made a bee line for a set of open chairs on the far side of the room, and Yang walked over to join her after a quick flirt with the boy at the door.

"Whatdya think?" the blonde asked after she surveyed the room.

"I think I can feel my brain cells dying with every passing second," the heiress begrudgingly replied. "You seriously think this is fun?"

Yang grinned, "It is when I'm not sober, but I'll make an exception and not drink too much tonight. Speaking of drinks though, I'm gonna go get one. You want anything?"

"Is there anything without alcohol?" Weiss asked, although she had a pretty good idea of what the answer would be.

"I dunno, I'll check," Yang said with a shrug before wading through the crowd to reach the kitchen. She returned a minute later with two solo cups and set the one in the front of Weiss. "Here, I got you a Vacuo iced tea."

The heiress picked up the plastic cup with a sceptical look and gave it a sniff. 'Huh, it actually doesn't smell like alcohol.'

She took a cautious sip, then another before finally taking a full swig of it, still not tasting anything that would send up a red flag. "This is actually pretty good. What's in it?"

Yang shrugged again, "I forget what all goes into it."

"Okay... So what are you drinking?"

"Vodka and cranberry juice. Want some?"

"No!" Weiss said in an instant, acting as if the the drink even touching her lips would kill her. "I told you I don't want any alcohol. Unlike you, I have a reputation to uphold."

Yang rolled her eyes, "Whatever you say, princess. So what's new? I feel like we never really just talk."

'Quite a lot is new, actually,' Weiss thought, laughing in her head at her own humour. 'Maybe I can talk to her about this. She is Blake's partner after all. I'm sure she'd know a way that I can cheer her up, or at least help me find a good way to apologise for the way I've been acting lately. As for the other thing, relationships do seem to be her specialty. Well, more hookups than actual relationships I guess, but I'd assume the two are fairly similar. I suppose I'll try to ease into the subject, see what happens. I think I'll take all the advice I can get right now.'

"Nothing much," Weiss nonchalantly replied, taking another big gulp from her cup. She was surprised at how much she enjoyed it, and wondered how she'd never heard of the drink before. "Mostly just getting ready for next semester. What about yourself?"

"Umm... Not too much I guess. There's this new guy I've been seeing lately, but that's all I can think of."

"That doesn't count," Weiss smirked. "You're with a different guy every week. The newness would be if you didn't move on to the next one after you got tired of sleeping with the first."

Yang stuck out her tongue, "You guys keep making me out to be the biggest slut on campus. I'm not saying I don't get around, but it's not like I'm banging a different guy every night, or even every week for that matter."

The hint of anger in the blonde's tone made Weiss start to sink down in her chair. "Sorry," she said quietly. "I didn't mean to offend you, I was just joking around."

Yang's face immediately softened from the apology. Not just because she could see that it was sincere, but also because it was one of the few times she'd seen a genuine emotional response from Weiss to someone else. "Okay, really, you need to tell me what's going on," she said sternly. "I've known you for a couple months now, and I've never seen you give an apology I'd believed you meant. Whatever's bothering you is obviously something big, can you please tell me what it is? I promise I can help."

Weiss shook her head, "It's... complicated. I don't know if I'm ready to talk about it yet. Can we change the subject, please?"

Yang wanted to press more, but hesitated. She'd never seen Weiss like this, and she didn't want to make things any worse than they clearly already were. With a comforting smile, she reached over and gave the heiress a gentle pat on the back, "If you're sure. Just know that I'm always happy to help if you need someone to talk to. Let's see, new subject... Umm... Read any good books lately?"

Weiss smiled weakly, "I think that's a better question for Blake. I don't think a day's gone by where she hasn't finished a new book. But no, I haven't. I don't do a lot of reading outside of textbooks. Although the book Professor Port is using for his class this semester is pretty fascinating. There are a lot of interesting theories and insights about Grimm behaviour and-"

"Boooring," Yang interrupted, grinning at the annoyed look she was getting from Weiss. "Oh lighten up. Not everyone shares your obsession with school. It'd do you some good to get out more."

"Isn't that the point of you dragging me here?" the heiress asked, partly as a sarcastic response but also out of curiosity.

Yang shrugged, "Well, yeah, but going to one party with me isn't gonna suddenly turn you into a social butterfly, which I doubt would ever happen anyway. You really do need to work on your social skills. We could give it a try here if you'd like."

"Okay... Go on," Weiss sceptically replied.

"I dunno, wanna just walk around and talk to people? Make some new friends, maybe pick up a cute guy, never know." Weiss' face fell slightly at the suggestion, leaving Yang wondering what she'd said wrong. She noticed the reaction only came after mentioning picking up guys, and made a connection in her head. "That's what's bothering you, isn't it? Something about a boy?"

'There's just no escaping this, is there?' the heiress thought sadly. 'Alright, I may as well just get everything out there.'

Weiss sighed, "Yes and no. It's a couple of things."

"Well, let's just go down the list then, if you're ready to talk about it," Yang suggested, being sure to give an out to the conversation.

"I... Alright," Weiss said reluctantly. "I guess the first thing is Blake."

"Blake? What about Blake? This isn't still about her being a Faunus, is it?"

Weiss shook her head, "No, not at all. When we were in the library earlier, she asked me if there any guys I'm interested in, which was a bit odd, but then she added in if there were any girls I liked. I didn't exactly react well to the whole girls part, and I really upset her. I didn't know that she was a lesbian. I apologised, but after the way I acted after finding out that she's a Faunus, I think I might've actually hurt her. I'm almost positive she hates me now and I don't know what to do to show her that I'm not the hateful bigot I keep making myself out to be."

"I don't think she hates you," Yang began after a moment of thought. "I doubt that she sees you as a best friend either, but hating you seems like a little much. How did she react when you apologised?"

Weiss shrugged, "She said there were no hard feelings, gave me a hug, and said that I'm good friend. I know that sounds like everything's fine, but there was this... I don't know how to describe it, but it felt there was something she wasn't telling me."

"I don't think Blake is the kind of person to keep secrets," Yang replied, then stopped to laugh at what she'd said. "Well, about stuff like this anyway, she's usually pretty upfront about her feelings towards other people. If she were really upset with you, you'd know it. If she said you're a good friend, then I'm sure she meant it."

"I guess..." Weiss said quietly, hoping that Yang was right. "I still think I need a better way to apologise for all this. Can you think of anything?"

"If you want to give a good apology, it should come from you, not me. But, if I were you, I'd take her out somewhere nice for an afternoon. Hang out, have fun, just act like a couple of friends."

Weiss thought it over for a moment before nodding, "That sounds good. Maybe we could go shopping, let her buy some nice stuff on me."

Yang rolled her eyes, "Nope, try again. Blake's not gonna be won over by being bought a bunch of expensive crap, especially when it comes from someone with more money than... well... anyone. Do something more personal, or just ask if there's somewhere she'd like to go."

"I can do that," Weiss said with a smile before finishing her drink. "Hey, mind if I ask you for a refill?"

"Wow, you're done with that already?" Yang asked wide eyes.

The heiress shrugged, "Yeah, it was pretty good. Why?"

"Um, no reason really. I'll get you another. Be right back." Yang got up and once again braved the crowd, giving Weiss a moment to think over their conversation.

'Alright, I think talking to her was the right call, at least about Blake. She was really understanding, and helpful, so I think I can trust her with my other problem. I don't know if she'll be able to give as much advice, but we'll have to see.'

While waiting for Yang to return, Weiss started to feel a little off. She felt a little dizzy, her head was a little fuzzy, but for some reason she had a warm feeling emanating from deep inside her. 'That's really weird... Maybe I'm coming down with something. Wouldn't surprise me with how many people are here. I can't imagine this place is sanitary by any standard. I swear, if I'm sick for the start of the semester because of Yang, I will be furious!'

The brawler returned with Weiss' refill shortly after, and the heiress gladly took a few sips before setting it down. "You might wanna slow down," Yang commented, forgetting that she hadn't said anything about the contents of the drink.

Weiss gave her a puzzled look, "What? Why?"

"Oh, uh... There's probably a lot of sugar in that. Wouldn't want you up all night," Yang replied, pleased with her save. But, she still needed to quickly change the subject to keep Weiss from getting suspicious. "Anyway, onto the next item on your list of what's bothering you."

Weiss was quiet for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. "Alright... But this stays between us, alright?" she asked nervously, receiving a nod. "Okay... Well, the other thing that's bothering me is... something Blake said while we were in the library."

Yang looked confused, "I thought that was what we just talked about?"

Weiss shook her head, "Yeah, well... there's more to it. I guess I should start by saying that I was raised in a really, really conservative house. Homosexuality was not a topic we ever openly talked about except for when my parents would make a comment about something in the news."

"Okay... What does that have to do with anything?" Yang asked, still not entirely sure where the heiress was leading into.

"Well, it never really occurred to me that I could be... you know..." Weiss continued. Her cheeks started to turn red as she spoke, her foot started tapping nervously, and her gaze turned down to the floor. "After she said that, it starting dawning on me that I... I might actually like girls... I'm just so confused, and scared, and... and... I don't know, I don't know what to do..." Yang didn't respond right away, making Weiss look up to see how her teammate was reacting. To her surprise, Yang was wearing a huge smile. Not that she had expected a particularly bad reaction, but she certainly hadn't expected this. "Yang? Why are you smiling?"

"Because I'm so happy for you!" the blonde exclaimed, leaning over and wrapping Weiss in a bear hug. "Coming out takes a lot of courage, and I'm glad you found who you really are! You've changed a lot since I meet you, and it's always been for the better. I know this'll be a good thing for you."

"No, no, this is NOT a good thing!" Weiss yelled. "I mean, I guess it is good to know what I really like, but I can't be a lesbian! I can't! My parents are going to disown me if they find out!"

"Oh come on, don't be so-"

"I'm not kidding!" Weiss interrupted with a look of absolute panic. "They really will disown me... My father will do anything to preserve the 'purity' of our family, and the company. He's fired major executives and cut ties with partners he's had for years when they came out... I can't imagine how he'll react when he finds out his own daughter is... is..."

'Come on, don't do this here,' Weiss thought, doing her best to hold herself together. Her attempt failed and she burst into tears, taking Yang by surprise since she'd never seen this kind of emotion from Weiss before.

Yang pulled her in close, letting the heiress rest her head on her shoulder. "Shh, shh, it's alright," Yang whispered, gently stroking Weiss' hair. "I'm here for you. You're whole team is. Nothing bad is gonna happen, I promise. Just don't tell your family yet. There's no need for them to know."

"B-But... but..." Weiss' muffled voice came between sobs. She lifted her head and sat back, wiping her eyes and taking a deep breath to calm herself down. "What if there's a girl I really like? What am I supposed to do? No, what am I even saying, this is stupid. I don't know for sure I do like girls, or that I don't like boys. I need to be absolutely sure before I let this go any further."

"Well, there's an easy way to find out," Yang smiled. "Ask someone on a date, boy or girl. If you think you like them going in, then you'll have your answer by the time your date is over. You know, there's a school dance coming up not long after classes start up again. Maybe you could ask someone."

"I thought it was the guy's job to ask me?" Weiss replied. "And besides, I couldn't take a girl as my date. It's way too public, and my father would find out somehow. I just know it."

Yang shrugged, "Then ask a guy. How about that blue-haired boy Sun brought to lunch? I don't think you took your eyes off him until we left. What was his name again?"

"Neptune," Weiss quickly answered, then blushed from how eager she'd sounded.

Yang grinned, "I think that answers whether or not you like him, or at least think you do. Ask him, see what happens. Either way, you'll have the answer you're looking for by the end of the night."

"I guess that sounds alright," the heiress said after taking a moment to think about it. "This is all just so confusing... All I wanna do is-"

'Wait, did I just say wanna? I never say wanna, my grammar is... Um... What's the word? Impervious? No, no... Impeccable, that's it. Hang on, why don't I know that right away? And why do I feel so light headed, and...? Oh no... No, she wouldn't have, would she? But... it doesn't even taste like alcohol!'

"Yang, what did you say is in this drink...?" Weiss asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

Yang gave her a confused look, trying to pretend she didn't know why the question had come up. "I told you, I don't remember everything that-"

"What DO you remember is in it?" Weiss interrupted, asking the question she realised she should've asked when the drink had first been handed to her. "There's alcohol in this, isn't there?"

Yang sighed, "Alright, yes... It's pretty much all booze. Vodka, rum, gin, tequila... I think there's lemon juice, maybe some triple sec?"

The blonde's rambling was clearly an attempt to distract Weiss and hopefully quell her anger a little bit. It didn't work, and the heiress looked as though she were about to shoot fire from her eyes. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT?"

"Because I needed to get you to talk to me about what was wrong," Yang replied with a level expression. "I admit it probably wasn't the best way to do it, but it worked. You've gotten everything out, and we can help you now. Don't you feel better having talked about it?"

"I... Well... I guess," Weiss admitted, although she wasn't happy to. "But next time wait until I'm ready, okay? I'd rather you just bug the hell outta me than get me drunk."

Yang smiled, "Can do. Now come on, let's have some fun!"

The rest of the night was a quick blur in Weiss' head. She could remember bits of broken conversations with Yang, although not what they were about. She remembered going with Yang to talk to a pair of cute guys, but the more she thought about it, the more she saw that they weren't as cute as she had originally thought. What she didn't remember at all was how much she'd had to drink, how she'd gotten back to the dorm, or at what time. All she knew was that the next morning came more abruptly than anticipated from a bright light shining in her eyes. Everything also seemed far louder than usual.

'Wh... Wha...?' she thought in a daze as she started to wake up. Her head was pounding, the sun seemed to be blinding her through the curtains, and above all else, she felt like she needed to throw up. Although, judging by the taste in her mouth, she assumed she already had. 'What... What happened? Where...? How'd I get back to the dorm? Holy shit, I feel like I'm going to die...'

She rolled over to get the sun out of her eyes, and heard a little chuckle from the other side of the room. "Good morning, sleepyhead," Blake said with a very amused voice, almost taunting her hungover teammate. "I take it someone had a pretty good time with Yang last night?"

"Don't even start with me," the heiress groaned. Her nausea only got worse from talking, forcing her to curl up tighter and take slow, deep breaths to keep everything down. There was a metallic thud on the other side of the bed that sounded like a gong to her, and she rolled back over to see what had happened. She found Blake standing beside the bed, and the trash can had been moved over to be in line with her head.

"Just in case you need it," the Faunus girl side with a smile. "Anything else I can get you? A glass of water? Maybe some ginger ale?"

'Wait, what? Why is she being so nice to me? After the way I acted yesterday...'

"Y-Yeah, ginger ale sounds great," Weiss replied with an obvious look of confusion.

Blake just continued to smile, "Coming right up." She disappeared into the hallway, leaving Weiss utterly dumbfounded as to why she was being so helpful.

'I can't believe she isn't more upset at me... I really need to do something nice for her, especially with the way I've been acting. Anyway, back to last night... What do I remember happening? Yang and I talked about Blake, and about my whole liking girls thing... Wait a minute, that's it! Blake can help me! I'm sure she went through this same thing at some point when she came out, maybe she can help me with it. I feel bad about asking her for help with how big of a jerk I've been lately, but I'll make it up to her somehow.'

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