The Tangle i always thought i was homolingual, turns out i'm bi

the hardness in which she answered his question was enough to firmly put that matter to bed. ingram's mouth shut with a clack, and he looked away for a moment, as if a silent apology for his insensitivity in asking. she was right -- they weren't like grimnismal wolves -- and it had been rude to even ask.

his gaze turned back to furi as she spoke, unraveling with detail feelings ingram never had the articulation to name. he nodded, mostly in sympathy -- but also because in a way, he knew that feeling. maybe not as well as her, and maybe not to the same extent -- but that feeling of being ragged, a timebomb -- he was at least reluctantly familiar with it.

knowing all things had a root, he asked: "why? like -- what's causing it?"