“Because this is wrong,” I burst out. “It’s wrong. It’s wrong to be like this.” “Like what? Gay? Or into monsters?” “Both!” I cried, letting out a choked sob. He whispered something in a language I didn’t understand, and suddenly I was swept up, his arms coming around me in an embrace. All of the tentacles wrapped around me, offering me a comforting hug I’d wished I’d had years ago. “I’ll never understand humans. Love is love, Noah. Who told you it was wrong to feel love for another man? Or a monster? Why does it matter?”
