"...what's going on," is the first thing out of his mouth, when he sees the looks on his parents' faces. Maybe he should already know, but — he doesn't.
"My parents would absolutely go to the police to report a runaway kid."
"But what's going to happen to you if Christine says you're not straight?"
"I'll stay with you for as long as I can and then, when you need to start faking it, I'll run."
"You still can't pay for an apartment in New York. Go stay with one of Ron's friends, it's just until February, I've been doing this all my life, it'll be fine."
Her voice is even.
"I love you. I-- I really don't want to go with you to an ex-gay camp but I don't think I could live with myself if I didn't offer."
"Don't go with me to another ex-gay camp." She curls up tighter. "I swear to fuck Asher do not."
He kisses her. "I won't, I promise. I will sleep on Ron's friend's couch and go to auditions and get a job and an apartment and write you lots and lots of emails and give them to you in February or whenever you have unmonitored Internet."
"And your project photos, your project photos are very important." She nuzzles his shoulder. "We can try to figure out what we're doing with Ron's house after we have our one-on-one sessions and have any idea what Christine's willing to tell us."
Wait, had conversation happened? Lev was kind of busy staring at a piece of tree bark.
It is conceivably possible that substituting caffeine for sleep is not a great life decision.
"I will send you SO MANY project photos. --We have to go to Ron's house at least once, I want to fuck you in a bed while you look like you. And I want pictures of you."
"Yeah," Raine says, and she is very determinedly not crying. "I want that too."
"You're really pretty. I didn't get any sleep last night." He looks at Asher. "You're also really pretty."
"He is very pretty," Raine agrees, instead of commenting on Asher's straightness or lack thereof. "We should maybe let Lev get some sleep so he doesn't say things he doesn't mean to to Christine."