Johnny chuckles gently and looks at his feet for a moment, narrowly avoiding tripping on some roots. "Look," he says, "I kinda already figured you were at least, uh. Curious. It's not a big deal."

"It so is," interjects Nova. If rabbits could roll their eyes. "It took you weeks to get used to it!"

"You weren't even there," Johnny counters, though he knows that she was, sort of, albeit tucked inside him where she usually is.

"He kissed Gabe once while he was drunk and then once while he was having a panic attack," Nova informs Seth. "And then they had sex and he's still wondering about 'what it all means'."

"Thank you so much," says Johnny, putting his hand briefly over her face. She nips at him. He can tell her ongoing fear and discomfort with the dreamspace is causing her to act out and say more than either of them ordinarily would, which is fair enough, he guesses. It's not like there's anything to be embarrassed about, not really. Seth already knew most of it.

"What I mean is," he says, "it's fine. It doesn't make you... not... the person you thought you were, or whatever. If that's what you're worried about." Is that what he's worried about? Possibly. "So do you have a thing for this guy, or like, not sure?"