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“You don’t have to be the best,” he whispered. “You just have to be here.”

“When I came out to my dad,” he said finally, not looking up, “he asked if I was doing it for attention. He said, ‘Can’t you just be normal?’” Leo smiled, small and sharp. “Took me two years to realize normal was just the word people use when they’re scared of joy.” My-Femboy-Roommate

“There you are,” Leo said softly.

“You want to talk about it,” he said, “or you want to paint your nails and pretend you’re a goth villain for an evening? Both are valid.” “You don’t have to be the best,” he whispered

When a burnt-out grad student gets assigned a new roommate who defies easy labels, he learns that the messiest living situations sometimes lead to the clearest views of yourself. “Took me two years to realize normal was