“Thanks,” I say again. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He ends the call, and I open my texts with Damon again.
Xave: all good here
Damon: what the fuck does that mean?
Xave: my dad and uncles know and they’re going to figure out a plan to smooth things over with my alumni
Damon: really?
Xave: really
Xave: I told you they’d be okay with it
Damon: I’m going to tell my dad
Xave: you are?
Damon: yeah
Damon: he’ll find out the second we go public anyway
Damon: and I’ll talk to my leadership too
Damon: just go for broke or rip off the bandage or whatever saying fits here
Xave: you don’t have to do it right now
Xave: we can keep things quiet until you’re ready
Damon: I need to do this
Damon: no more hiding, right?
Xave: right
Xave: do you want me to be there when you talk to your leadership or your dad?
Damon: yes, but it’s better if I do it myself
Xave: are you sure? I don’t mind
Damon: I’m sure
Damon: can we meet later?
Xave: tell me when and where and I’ll be there
Damon: I’ll let you know
Damon: I love you
Xave: I love you too
Xave: and you’ve got this, babe
