Certainly Slav had not meant to hurt his brother further, or at all, really. He never meant to hurt anyone, at least to his knowledge. Although he was trying to be pissed off at Gor for not wanting him around anymore, for not caring that he had tried to protect him when he could, when he remembered, that he had gone toe to toe with Nik because Nik had hurt the Littlest...no anger was coming. He was just...deflated.
The clothes he had hung up in the closet were more or less squished into the bag, still on their hangers.
The Middlest could hear what his little brother was saying, and paused a little in mild surprise. "Really?" He turned around, just enough to get a look at Gor. "Cause, no hips, no breasts, no hair...did not strike me as female." And then he was back to what he was doing, getting closer to having everything packed and ready to move out, ready to go to a new room. With the Littlest's stuttering out his speech, Slav at least did him the service of turning to look at him again, one hand sitting on the open bag in front of him.
"Gor," he spoke after a moment, after just having looked at the baby of the Jones family hiding behind his hair. "I didn't really care if you were gay or straight, it's not like that's a big deal."