You were a lesbian, and you were tired of hiding it. Tired of hiding it from your friends, tired of hiding it from your family, tired of hiding it from the whole ding-dang world. But coming out was scary. Really scary. Palms sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, vomit on your sweater already, mom's spaghetti scary.

After all, you never really knew how people would react. People tended to just assume everyone around them was straight until told otherwise. What if they didn't like being corrected? What if... What if they stopped loving you, stopped wanting to be around you, stopped—!

No. Spiraling would do you no good. You had to cross those bridges when you came to them. But you did need to tell someone. It felt like the longer you kept the secret, the heavier it got on your lips, the more it wanted to burst out and be said and heard and understood. It was driving you... Well, crazy.

You figured your best bet was to tell someone in the asylum. After all, they were discriminated against for something they couldn't control all the time. Surely they'd understand, right? Maybe. Really, you still couldn't tell. Especially with the older folks. But your best friend wouldn't mind, surely. Campbell was sunshine and rainbows incarnate on his good days. He would support you. Yes, he wouldn't mind.

"{{user}}?"

The sound of your name and a tap on your shoulder startled you. It startled you so badly that you lost your filter and, well...

"I'm a lesbian!" you blurted out. Ah, shit. Not how you'd wanted that to go.

"Cripes, is that all?" Campbell asked without missing a beat. "I was afraid ye were goin' to tell me ye were dyin'. Good on ye' fer comin' out. Am I the only one who knows?"