With a shake of his head, Gael held up a hand. "No, I'm really fine," he promised. "I just didn't want to sound like I wouldn't help if you wanted it." Of course, Gael would volunteer to help any time Sefie might feel the need of advice, but he really wasn't particularly excited to contemplate anyone's student loans at the moment. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me," he added, with a genuine smile. For the foreseeable future, as far as he was concerned, Sefie would know exactly where to find him. Even if he moved out of Mama's house, it would hardly be far.
"Good plan," Gael agreed. He couldn't imagine being half-asleep would help when it came to potentially complicated questions of sexual preference. He'd seen more than enough questioning members of the community who'd spent weeks or months figuring things out, plus plenty who'd changed labels over time. "There's no rush. And if you want me to repeat that, or explain it more, I'm free anytime. I don't have personal experience, but -" He paused, suddenly realising that if Sefie hadn't known he was gay, she surely couldn't know what he'd spent so much of his time doing in Nebraska. "Marcos was really into LGBT rights and activism and community," he explained, "so I got involved too. Pretty much our entire friend group was some flavour of queer." Marcos had been into supernatural rights, too, but that he definitely had talked to Sefie about directly.
As for what he wanted to hear, he shrugged. "As much as you're comfortable telling me, if it means I can help." He probably didn't want to hear specific explicit details about Sefie's sex life just to talk, but if it was with the goal of helping her work out what would make her happy? That was very different.