"Well aren't you fucking fabulous. Figured it all out at fourteen, did ya? Well you know when I was fourteen? Four fucking years ago, Orlando. And how am I supposed to know what I am when I've spent most of my life having everyone tell me who I am? Pretending to be someone else? So excuse me if I'm a little weirded out about prancing hand in hand out of the closet with you!"

"Oh, Lijah."

"No! Don't pull that shit with me. Don't go all puppy dog eys Poor Orli on me, you fucker. You won't let me break your heart? What the fuck's that supposed to mean? You like me? You really like me! You don't even fucking know me. How's that for heartbreaking?"