"How would you've?"

"He could have tried to not antagonize you, maybe consider you'd change your mind once you're less – teenage, rebellious or whatever?"

"He's got more than ninety IQ points, he knows that's not how it works."

"… Really? So – why does he expect this other method to work better?"

"He can in fact control me enough to not let me do gay things. Mostly. If I'm not careful."

"And it's the actual act, not the intention and fact you will relatively shortly go off to university and be able to do what you want…?"

"Four years is not that shortly, and if he manages to stamp it out of me..."

"… But does he seem liable to do that?"

"Of course not I'm irreversibly queer."

"And he hasn't noticed this."

"He thinks there's a god he's not infinitely wise."

"Well – I didn't know where the wisdom stopped."

"I'm not sure he actually thinks his actions will have good consequences or whether he's just given up and is acting on sheer momentum."

"… Ugh."

"Yeah." Shrug.

"… We should probably get packing."

Sigh. "Yeah."

He gets to packing. He's done bits of it already, trying to be organized.

Sigh.

Yeah. Packing. Yay.

It's not particularly long until their parents are scheduled to collect them.

Anthony stops partway through the packing, to look at Kaede.

Her father isn't there yet. She shrugs.

"It's gonna be weird, not seeing you," he says.

"...yeah. Same."

"… I'm guessing you don't have a webcam?"

"I do, actually. But."