Oh dear. He really was a headcase and a half when it came to this stuff. A bit like she'd been back in school. She almost felt bad for pushing, but then again, he kind of looked like he needed someone to drag it all out of him.
"Nothing about this is my business," Millicent pointed out. "I'm just saying, shit is hard, you're gay, I'm gay, I've no need to make you talk about this stuff, but if you want to I'm over here in my corner queering it up, so you know... Talk away. If you want."
She watched him as he narrowed his eyes, going, well, either he was trying to look threatening or he was genuinely terrified of all of this. Probably the latter.
"It's how some lesbians make babies," she said. "You borrow some sperm from somewhere, you get a turkey baster, suck it in there and - um. You probably don't want me to spell out the rest."