[ for the briefest of moments, marcos wonders if she's a telepath. if she's picking up thoughts from his head and reading his mind like the terrible triplets. but no, there's no blue glow to her eyes and she's paying her nail more attention than she is him right now.

he exhales. ]

Yeah.

[ he nods. ]

But, you find your people eventually. The people who are like you or accept you. They're out there. And they don't care what you can do or can't do or anything like that.