"I love you," and he kisses his Lev again, and again, and again. 

He works on the email for two and a half hours and winds up sending one that's four sentences long:

I'm gay. I'm in love with a guy. I'm not going to change. I love you. 

The email he gets back makes him rock back and forth staring at his laptop.

"Do you want me to delete it for you?" 

"That's-- probably a good idea--"

He does, and then pulls Lev into his lap and hugs him. 

"They're never going to be proud of me now."

"If they aren't proud of you they don't deserve you." 

"It still hurts."

"I know." 

"I'm... glad that I have you and you're proud of me."

"I'm glad I have you. And I'm sorry about your family." 

"I hope yours is better."

He's sniffling a bit into Marlo's shoulder.

They won't respond well either. 

"I do too." 

"But we have each other. So things can be okay."

"We do," still soft. "They will." 

Raine sends her parents an email. 

Mom, Dad,

You sent me to True Directions hoping it would make me straight. And while you didn't quite get what you hoped for, it did work, in a way. 

Your daughter,

Sasha 

"I guess a new name would be too much."

"I'm not actually sure I want them to know it," she says, and waits for the reply, and then when it comes in she isn't sure whether to laugh or cry. 

Hugs. 

"So where am I going to end up moving?"

"I'm disowned, they're not looking for me, there's no reason to go anywhere but New York — I should ask Nat to get my stuff, there are things I don't want to leave behind —" 

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I love you." 

"Fuck your parents."

"Yeah." She's still clinging to Asher's shoulder, a little. 

Asher is going to hold her and NOT grin because being cut off by your family is very sad and he has empathy for this experience.