Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
"I still knew I was sometimes a girl and sometimes a boy, regardless of what my actual body looked like."
"Yeah but not what it's like being just a sub all the time? I basically just... feel like myself, neither way to be or act feels terribly different than the other. Relationship-wise, I want Isabella to dom me, and if she was a sub—okay that's impossible, um, if I were courting a sub instead, I'd want to dom them, and outside of that sometimes I feel like a dom and sometimes like a sub and all the time like me." Pause. "But all the time long hair is very bothersome."
"I just keep it in a braid," shrugs Jackson. "It's not a big deal. I can't really imagine wanting to dom somebody? It seems like it'd be really hard and - tiring, I guess? And nobody to look out for you and maybe somebody you have to look out for, so like being single only worse. But it's nice that there are doms." Pause. "It'd be nicer if any of them wanted me."
...that's heartbreaking. Thinking he'll regret this, he asks, "So, uh, do you have any family? Parents, siblings, and stuff?"
"Oh." Maybe Sadde won't regret talking about family because Jackson is deeply incurious. But in any case, that might explain how they don't notice it. Maybe. Sigh. "Do they live far?"
"I don't, either. I mean, I don't see the point of Thanksgiving much, so."