"I want..." Sorin began, but then he had to stop. Honestly, he had no idea what he wanted. No one ever asked him what he wanted. It had always been a question of what would please his family. Finally he shook his head. "I do not know."
This was all very new and sudden and unexpected, even if he had seen it coming. He'd had every intention of fighting it, whether such a venture was fruitless or not. Oh, how he wished his grandmother were still alive! She at least would talk to him without judging him based on his actions. Rather, she would judge based on his feelings. He could hear her voice now, distantly, saying that his heart would provide the answers to the hundred thousand questions in his head. Granted he'd never believed such nonsense. But other people did, right?
"I need time, I think," he breathed, pinching the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. "We can try. But slowly. I do not want anyone to know. Not yet. This is - this is all strange to me, you know this. You do not know my family, how I was raised. I am not sure I know how to give you what you want."