Quinn could barely even look at Nem, let alone catch subtle changes in their look and demeanor. He didn't catch anything that would pique his interest until Nem started speaking.

An anxiousness flared up in Quinn's chest. He was hoping there was some sort of requirement or a checklist of things that had to be accounted for before saying Hey, maybe this whole "boy" thing isn't for me. But he also felt relieved that he wasn't crazy, because... he did know. The inner turmoil that he was going through was because he knew but he didn't want to know because knowing meant it was true and truth meant it was real. And it being real was not an option for Quinn.

But now he knew which meant it was true which meant it was real. He was... different. He was something that he couldn't quite put into words or pin down but he was something different and he couldn't handle being any more different than he already was.

Quinn sighed and slid down the wall into a sitting position, putting his face in his hands. Tears started flooding his eyes. "I...I can't be this, too..!" he said, not even knowing exactly what this is. If his parents found this out it would be the nail in the coffin. And he was already having struggles with Atlas, and now.... how would he ever be able to tell Atlas the truth?