"....Ah." Well. "Happy National Coming Out Day to you." Elisha rubbed a hand over his face and looked over at Hadyn, who was lighting up a cigarette. This wasn't, he expected, going to be like his coming out at sixteen, which had mostly consisted of his mother crying because of Matthew Shepard and making him promise to be careful.

"Do you...want to try to avoid him?" They could go back to Elisha's and...hide, he guessed. It probably wouldn't actually solve anything, but then - Hadyn's father had looked distinctly murderous. And Elisha wasn't sure which one of them he was more murderous towards.