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Good. That’s the important part. I do have one question, though.

What—did you tell Todd like ten minutes before I walked in?

He’s.....known a couple months.

I love you, my sweet Javi. You know, you don’t have to be so perfect all the time—we just want you to be happy.

….I almost want to call bullshit because Todd cannot keep secrets ever.

Several times.

I am happy, like, really happy.

I appreciate the effort. You’re trying harder than your brother at hiding his indiscretions.

Originally posted by theoccasionalpariah

I wish I could tell you it gets easier. Sometimes it does. I remember Seb fighting back against it when we first brought you two home. But he’s obviously come a long way since then.

I know that you say you know we’ll still love you and this changes nothing but I want to make sure you hear it from me. I love you, my sweet sensitive Javier. You always try so hard to be so perfect for everyone. I love you just as much now than I did a few hours ago.

And I wish I could stop people from saying things that upset you, especially about this. We know you, Miles knows you, your friends and your family know you and we know you’re so much more than being gay. You’re sensitive, smart, intuitive, kind. They’ll see that.

…Todd? Like—spoiler of birthdays, father of the tea spill? Like—cant keep a secret to save his life? Who once sold out his dad for free to me?

Thanks dad. I love you.

Yeah, that Todd. He kept the secret this whole time.

I’m positive I don’t know the half of it. And I know he’s been hiding several bongs in my apartment for some time so if that’s what I DO know, I shudder to think of the rest.

I think…maybe I shouldn’t be the one to tell him. I think that’s a you thing. You were robbed of your chance to tell me, and I’m sorry. Coming out is—really really scary. Your dad and I had really rough times with it, and I get it. It’s a big thing–even to tell your two outrageously gay dads. It’s…it’s scary. You feel like a part of you changes whenever anyone looks at you–once people know.

Wanted it to be yours?

What’s a bong?

Yeah, telling people has been....hard. Not because I didn’t think you or dad or Seb wouldn’t still love me, but I feel like people look at us and they think “oh, of course the two gay dudes raised a gay son,” as if they know me or us, and I hate that. I hate people thinking they know who I am when they don’t know anything.

So I just wanted to be with Miles. Without all of that.

Truth be told, I haven’t decided. We all know-your brother’s done far worse.

But you–are also not your brother. I–I also don’t know if you want me to tell your Dad. If you’re–ready. To tell your dad. You clearly weren’t ready to tell me.

Yeah, I don’t even know all the stuff he gets up to.

So let’s just acknowledge that was one of the most awkward moments of my life.

Um....same.

Uh God, yes. Get clothes, do whatever. NOT THAT whatever but like–

just. Yes. Dinner. We need that.

K.....be right out.

Yes, please. God. Boxers. I—yes, hello Miles.

Dating Miles…Faline…okay. I—so, are you busy? God not like busy just like–dinner? God, I’m sorry. Okay.

I’m—uh, we should get...clothes?