"That's okay, we don't actually have to be together all of the time."

Oh, good, they sorted it out in a way that she’s happy with without her having to leave the puppies! Probably she will feel guilty about not saying more things later but right now it feels very important that she continue to dispense belly rubs. 

Then again, she can also say things while belly rubbing. “You can go to the Baby Café and Sasha and I can come here, if you ever want? Um, sorry to volunteer you, Sasha, you can also always just head home. Point is, none of us are conjoined, we can do different things sometimes.”

"Right now I'm pretty happy to watch Sasha enjoy the kitties though."

"They're extremely enjoyable kitties. But yes, point taken." 

Lev stares happily at Sasha until they leave!

Lev is very cute and very good. 

Sasha is ...sort of dubious about group therapy. At least he already vetoed 'learning to accept your body.' 

Group therapy is tomorrow! Tonight they can go back to Lev's room.

They can! 

Sasha is still very very cuddly and Lev's bed, unlike Sasha and Faye's, is very very soft. 

Lev should not be wearing a shirt, and then the cuddles will be much nicer.

Lev shouldn't be wearing a shirt. 

Possibly Sasha should also not be wearing a shirt. 

He should not be wearing a shirt.

Lev snuggles him close and touches his back and sides and kisses and nibbles his shoulders.

He hisses at Lev's teeth, wraps Lev's hair around his hands and kisses Lev's cheeks, his forehead, his temples. 

Lev starts to bite down Sasha's chest and then pauses. 

"...You're pixelated."

"I'm what," Sasha says, and pulls away and looks down. 

He doesn't look pixelated to himself. He glances at Lev. "You aren't pixelated to me." 

"Your chest is pixelated. Where your breasts would be, if you have breasts."

"....and they thought it was a good idea to pair me up with a lesbian. 

Why is this." 

"...I think the Good Place thinks you're a girl."

Sasha puts his shirt back on. "Sure seems like it." 

Lev is suddenly not at all interested in sex.

Neither's Sasha, really. He holds onto Lev. 

"...I don't like the implications of Heaven thinking I'm a girl, but — it really doesn't seem like they know me at all. So." 

"I guess most religions are full of transphobic assholes, it shouldn't be a surprise."

"Disapproving of me being a boy but not of you being gay is weird but I guess you're not wrong." He puts his head on Lev's shoulder. 

"They also really seem to disapprove of people who aren't soulmates having sex or seeing each other naked."

"Yeah. 

I wish I could kiss you." 

"Me too. We'll have to get creative, I guess."