[ he's grateful in spite of himself for the bench. and sinks down into it, not realizing how wobbly his legs were beginning to feel until just now. he sets his shopping down at his feet, and crosses his legs neatly at the thigh, smoothing absently at his jeans and staring down at slim, scarred hands. ]

The-- The thing is, I don't feel like someone that should be.. Him. [ her. them. do pronouns matter to the creator of the universe? they matter to sunny. ] I.. Did you know I was an atheist before all this? [ he laughs a little sadly. ] My family spent my whole life tellin' me I'm going to hell because sometimes I'm a she and because I date boys. Now I'm supposed to be the person they think would hate me?