Sam nodded a little to his dad. He was dismayed to find that there wasn't an immediate feeling of relief. His chest still felt tight, but at least he was breathing. "You're not a bad dad," he said quietly. Especially considering the reaction he'd prepared for. "I'm sorry that... I know you've been really stressed, and my timing probably sucks. But I didn't want to keep secrets. I'm sorry."
"Please don't be offended, or anything," he said, looking over at Sophie. He really couldn't deal with reassuring her or re-explaining himself. He was barely holding himself together, he didn't think he could make logic happen. "I just.. really don't know how to do this." He'd heard so much negative stuff about being gay that it was hard for him to imagine people really being okay with it.