"And I like girls, but if I end up with a guy that don't make me the wrong sort of anything. And it don't make you wrong or bad or any sorta shit like that. It ain't selfish." Gods above this was a mess. For a sharp moment he wishes Ingrid was here, his oldest sister had a no-nonsense way about her that would have cut right through Ren's objections he was sure.

He leaned back in his chair and then leaned forward, restless and starting to develop a headache. "And you still ain't said why that makes a damn bit of difference here." He gestured at the castle, and by extension Fairy Fuckberg. "It don't matter what anyone back home wants here. You ain't" he swallows against the momentary tightness in his throat, it's not often he presents the whole amnesia thing as a bonus, but he's sure it is for some folks "you ain't even gonna remember anything that happens here. No one is. Your dad could come here, walk in on you fuckin a girl and when you went home he wouldn't remember a damn thing about it. Like it ain't... like it ain't even happened." He frowns when he says that, he doesn't need to focus on how much that hurt him personally to say. He needed to help Ren figure out she could cut the whole act about being straight. Even if he couldn't get it through her head that it wasn't wrong.