[...Well, it's a really damn good thing that this is a texting conversation because Joseph drops the communicator almost as soon as he finishes reading what Caesar wrote back. He thinks maybe he misread it. He even moves down to the floor and turns the communicator over to read it again just to be sure. But there's no mistaking what he's written or implied.]
[Joseph can feel his mouth go dry. Even though he's sitting on the floor now, he feels a little dizzy, too. And maybe a little sick to his stomach. But wait, no. Slow down, Jojo. Just because A is true, doesn't mean B is true. Joseph slowly picks the communicator back up and stares at it for a little while longer before he starts typing, his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth in concentration.]
Wait a second, Caesar, is this why you didn't want to explain what Nightingale was talking about the other day? Because it's okay, you know. I don't care about that sort of thing and it wouldn't change anything since I'm not gay or anything like that.
[That's the right thing to say, right? Hopefully.]
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[Joseph can feel his mouth go dry. Even though he's sitting on the floor now, he feels a little dizzy, too. And maybe a little sick to his stomach. But wait, no. Slow down, Jojo. Just because A is true, doesn't mean B is true. Joseph slowly picks the communicator back up and stares at it for a little while longer before he starts typing, his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth in concentration.]
Wait a second, Caesar, is this why you didn't want to explain what Nightingale was talking about the other day? Because it's okay, you know. I don't care about that sort of thing and it wouldn't change anything since I'm not gay or anything like that.
[That's the right thing to say, right? Hopefully.]