“Did you two … did you two just hijack my coming out? Both of you?” I look back and forth between the two of them, my mouth gaping and smiling at the same time. “Not our fault you opened up the dialogue,” Sammie says, picking a scab on his knuckle. “Heh, I might actually have a decent time with the whole therapy thing.” “We didn’t hijack it; we’re meeting you halfway,” Ags says, then adds, “You’re not the only one still figuring it all out, babe. We’re at the start of our lives, not the end.” “I love you guys,” I say, and collapse back into their arms.
