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Towhee retrained her attention on Bridget’s issue, challenging as it was to listen to a tale of woman’s unrequited love for another while her heart reached out to her grandson. She took a breath and made an effort to properly concentrate and focus, even if some of this subject matter made her uncomfortable.

Maybe she just prefers the D, Towhee caught herself thinking, though she would never say something so crass out loud. Bridget’s lifestyle choices might not make sense to her, like so many others’ didn’t. But she was being vulnerable, showing trust, and the last thing on earth Towhee wanted to do was violate that.

Is she even, you know… Towhee tried, flicking a paw. In case that was still a bit of an insensitive thing to ask outright, she hoped to soften it by adding, Because if she isn’t, that just sounds super painful for you, that’s all. I’m sorry. That sounds like the pits, Bridget, and I may not actually know you that well but, well, I’m pretty sure you’re a catch.

Her cheeks went a little hot when she realized it might sound like she was coming onto her with those last few words. Towhee’s mouth opened as if she wanted to clarify that she patiently wasn’t into women, though she clapped it shut again.