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[Asher's life has gone through a considerable amount of change since he's got here. One would think that being exposed to a variety of different people from all walks of life would lead him to live life with a more open mind. It's happening, somewhat, although at a very steady pace. Navigating life as a somewhat decent person is proving to be more tricky than it should be, but then again, the considerable amount of white privilege and ignorance he's been raised with will take an entire lifetime to wash out completely.

Nevertheless, he's found himself doubting a few things lately.]

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[As stupid as it seems, he's actually considering not sending this shitty, unnecessary text to the entire network. Whiskey, however, is a terrible thing to imbibe when it comes to making life decisions.]

how do u kno if u r gay

i'm askin 4 a friend

p.s. dis is nut a joke

[God bless autocorrect, am I right?]

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[ Dorian has enough sense to swap this to private because he actually gives a damn about Asher & his feelings. He gives the camera a small wave before talking. ]

Picture the person who you'd want to spend your life with. It doesn't have to be anyone here or anyone even real, but if you could have any choice whatsoever, picture that person.

[What a solid piece of advice.

It just may be the soundest thing he's ever heard. Quietly, Dorian will only hear a voice at first:]

Okay.

[Asher turns on the camera as he recognizes the caller ID, though it takes him a few tries to really read the letters. This is a difficult question for a man who has never really thought about that aspect of his future. He's imagined his career, his future home, and perhaps what his life would be like- But he has never put a face to that picture-perfect spouse, the wife of a supposedly successful lawyer.

It doesn't take him long at all to imagine who he'd want to spend the rest of his life with- His judgment is heavily impaired at the moment, and he's feeling particularly volatile, empty. But the thought of said individual is enough to bring a little warmth into his currently aching heart, even though it hurts him too.

The first person who comes to mind is a certain icy blonde.]

She's not here right now.

[An honest confession, though he wipes a runny nose.]

I miss her.

[Has he been crying? What a goddamn mess.]

[ ohhhh no, he sounds like he's crying. And he looks like shit. For once in his life, Dorian's going to try to be gentle because it would just be too easy to mess with Asher when he's like this. Shooting fish in a barrel, where's the challenge to mess with Asher in this state? No challenge at all. It's too easy and a little bit too sad.

The kid's fucked up beyond belief. ]

I've always thought that labels don't matter. I used to call myself gay, then bi, then pan, then who knows what. But the fact that you said 'her'? That means worrying about your sexuality is the least of your problems. You know who you are and you know who you like and really, isn't that what matters more than some stupid label?

[ After all, he could still be gay (or bi, or queer, or whatever). But oh man is he drunk already, so Dorian's going to at least attempt to be slightly nice. ]

Anyway, it doesn't matter even if you're gay.

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