[Oh, Will. Tears spring to Joyce's eyes, she shakes her head in response, and she tugs on his hand, to pull him into a hug.]
Oh, Will. Sweetie. [She hugs him tight for a moment, then lets go, leaning down to look him in the eyes.] Listen to me. What everyone else says about you, what everyone else says about the people you love—it doesn't matter, okay? Not to me. Things might get harder, but we've gone through harder, we've dealt with worse, together. And if, if anyone tries to bother you about loving a boy, you tell me, you tell Lucille, you tell Mike, you tell the people who love you, and we will rain so much hell on them.
[And she hugs him again, presses a gentle kiss to the very top of his head.]
You, on your own, you never made things worse. You always made things so much better, so much brighter. You are one of the best people I have ever known, you and Jonathan are going to grow into one of the best men I will ever know, and I love you so, so much. Nothing is going to change that. Ever.
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Oh, Will. Sweetie. [She hugs him tight for a moment, then lets go, leaning down to look him in the eyes.] Listen to me. What everyone else says about you, what everyone else says about the people you love—it doesn't matter, okay? Not to me. Things might get harder, but we've gone through harder, we've dealt with worse, together. And if, if anyone tries to bother you about loving a boy, you tell me, you tell Lucille, you tell Mike, you tell the people who love you, and we will rain so much hell on them.
[And she hugs him again, presses a gentle kiss to the very top of his head.]
You, on your own, you never made things worse. You always made things so much better, so much brighter. You are one of the best people I have ever known, you and Jonathan are going to grow into one of the best men I will ever know, and I love you so, so much. Nothing is going to change that. Ever.