[ Mephisto isn’t all that far off, actually. Santana doesn’t lean into the touch, but for once, she doesn’t push Mephisto away, or shut him down. ]
Yeah. Lebanese, it, uh — it usually means someone who’s from Lebanon. Which I’m not. But it sounds like —
[ That’s as far as Santana gets before abruptly shutting her mouth and going back to staring at the shirt, doing her best attempt at a poker face. It’s not her best work; Santana is clearly tense.
She takes a deep breath. Without looking up: ]
Sometimes, we — we kiss. Stuff like that. That’s what it’s code for.
[ Santana’s heart is beating a mile a minute. She’s terrified — terrified of what Mephisto might say or think. She can’t bring herself to look up at him though, can’t risk seeing judgement written across his face, or worse, disgust. ]
cw internalized homophobia
Yeah. Lebanese, it, uh — it usually means someone who’s from Lebanon. Which I’m not. But it sounds like —
[ That’s as far as Santana gets before abruptly shutting her mouth and going back to staring at the shirt, doing her best attempt at a poker face. It’s not her best work; Santana is clearly tense.
She takes a deep breath. Without looking up: ]
Sometimes, we — we kiss. Stuff like that. That’s what it’s code for.
[ Santana’s heart is beating a mile a minute. She’s terrified — terrified of what Mephisto might say or think. She can’t bring herself to look up at him though, can’t risk seeing judgement written across his face, or worse, disgust. ]