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“You were a Girl Scout?” Vivi asked skeptically. Finn did her best to grin. “You think I got this gay without doing a lot of camping?”
It would be a first for them. Nobody else was listening. Nobody’s job was at stake, no one’s limited amount of freedom or medical care. Simply two women alone in a room finally being honest. From the way Vivi was staring at Finn, that liberty was hitting them both the same way, hard and sad and giddy all at the same time.
“It’s okay if you’re not ready for anything physical,” Vivi said. “We can just sleep, if you’re tired.” Though Finn appreciated how she didn’t hear the slightest hint of pressure in Vivi’s voice, sleep was the last option she’d choose right now. “After seeing you in that outfit, I may never be tired again.”
Finn made a mental note to learn how to make oatmeal on the stove. First she had to get a stove.
Going out to kick a bunch of politically active conservative evangelical Christians in the shins at this early hour wasn’t practical, and wouldn’t fix anything anyway. Probably.
It did seem unlikely he’d buy her a shirt and then scorch it. Although she did put his favorite set of D&D dice in the blender with half a cup of orange juice when she was eight years old and he was twelve. He could conceivably be playing a long game.
Hollis finished her shirt and handed it to her carefully. “You picked dark blue because your lucky rainbow sports bra won’t show through, didn’t you?” “Abso-freakin’-lutely.” And it looked fantastic with the grey suit, thank you very much.
