"I bet the girls here don't have to play sports. They're learning sewing and makeup and cooking and they have a crafts building and — I can manage the things we do but if I were a girl I'd get to do the things I'm good at." 

"Yeah, I-- don't have any artistic sense and I can't cook and I'm ugly and fat, I wouldn't make a good girl either."

He's sort of shrinking in on himself.

"...I'm pretty sure most guys aren't good at being a guy, not the way this camp wants us all to be." 

He hugs his legs into his chest. "Not as bad as me."

"I'm sorry. I don't know. 

You're really good at teaching. I'm sorry that's not a skill they value here." 

Sasha is very cautiously hugged. 

"Thank you."

He She Raine hugs Lev back, very cautious. 

"We have a meeting with Christine today. I have to figure out how to tell her I'm. You know. Um."

"Gay?"

"...would it help to just say the sentence over and over again until you're more used to it?" 

"Maybe? I'm a hom--" He blushes and puts his face into Sasha's shoulder.

He's very cute. Raine puts a hand on the back of his head. 

"Try again?" 

He mutters something into Raine's shoulder.

Asher is looking at Raine with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"I don't know what you just said," Raine says to Lev, and looks questioningly at Asher. 

"I am a. A homosexual."

Whatever it is Asher is thinking about, he doesn't seem inclined to share with Raine.

"There you go. Say it again?" 

"I'm a homosexual. I'm gay. I'm a fag. I'm a queer. I want to fuck guys." He looks at Sasha significantly.

Raine — does not kiss his forehead no matter how tempting it is. "You're doing great," she he Raine says. 

"I want to fuck you," he says.

It's true. It won't be worse if he admits it.

"And I want you to fuck me." 

"why."

"Because you're adorable and I like listening to you and it makes me happy when you smile and your hair is soft and you have nice hands and you're very good for hugging and kissing you was fun." 

"Oh."

It's more like a sigh than a word.