Ben was glad that he had come out today, and Art was — Art didn't know how he felt. He didn't think he was ready to actually face people, again, but here he was, trying to face people. And facing Ben was easy, it was much easier than facing Dezzie would be, he just — didn't know what to say.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to write," Art said, glancing down at his beer, and at the shambles of his nails. He was sorry for a lot of things, but that one was the most obvious.

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