"I think you're right about breathing room," she says, and her eyes feel a little hot and wet when she closes them. "I hate that this upset me. I feel like I failed a test, and then I feel bad for feeling it. I need to be able to look at it more clearly, maybe think about that different backgrounds thing. We've been dating, and we've said we love each other, and it's been... months. Calling her my girlfriend seems more like a statement of fact to me, than a declaration."

She pushes back the tears, turning her head so her chin rests against his shoulder.

"Did I skip being worried about being bisexual? Am I bisexual?" Dark eyes peek up at him, genuinely puzzled, and then a little smile, because she can't help it, where Charlie's concerned. "And what about you? If that gender-changing thing happened to me, would you kick me out bed?"