[Because they used to call Will a queer and a sissy, didn't they? And worse things than that. But Joyce drums her fingers on her kneecaps, thinking this over, because—truthfully, she doesn't mind, she's suspected for a while on some level. There are worse things to be than a queer, and she loves her son deeply, proudly. Nothing is going to change that.]
I'd ask how long you knew, and if I ever—if I ever did anything to make you think you had to hide it from me. [She'll go along with this hypothetical scenario for now, but she leans forward to take Will's hand, try and catch his attention.] I'd say you're very, very, brave, and that I love you no matter what, and that isn't going to change a bit. You're my son, Will. I'll never think any less of you.
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[Because they used to call Will a queer and a sissy, didn't they? And worse things than that. But Joyce drums her fingers on her kneecaps, thinking this over, because—truthfully, she doesn't mind, she's suspected for a while on some level. There are worse things to be than a queer, and she loves her son deeply, proudly. Nothing is going to change that.]
I'd ask how long you knew, and if I ever—if I ever did anything to make you think you had to hide it from me. [She'll go along with this hypothetical scenario for now, but she leans forward to take Will's hand, try and catch his attention.] I'd say you're very, very, brave, and that I love you no matter what, and that isn't going to change a bit. You're my son, Will. I'll never think any less of you.