Accepting herself was a step in the right direction, for sure. "You don't need to be fixed, though, Laurel," he told her, shaking his head. "Or cured. It's not a disease. It's not an illness. It's not something that needs to be changed." It made him sick to think that she might have believed any of those things even for one second.
The talk about losing her home and having their parents hate her hit home because he knew that he couldn't promise that those things wouldn't happen. They'd happened to him, after all. "I can't promise that telling them won't end up with harsh feelings or with them wanting you to leave," he said, sighing softly. "I can promise that you'll always have somewhere to go no matter what. You're more than welcome to stay with Ric and myself. I know Axel wouldn't let you be on the streets either. If you'd rather be alone, I wouldn't mind putting up the cash to make sure you always have some place to call home, Laurel, no matter what."