[ At Mephisto's question, Santana finally looks up at him, trying to make sure that he's being genuine, that it's not some big sarcastic joke. It doesn't seem to be? But the question is kinda funny, and after a beat, Santana breaks out into laughter. Not her usual mocking laugh either, but something softer, something genuine. She likes to think she's laughing so hard she's crying, although the tears that come now are more out of relief than anything else.
Eventually, she's able to pull herself together long enough to say something coherent. ]
Sorry -- that's, uh, a fair question. [ Santana honestly cannot believe she's explaining this, right here on Riley's floor, but stranger things have happened. ] Nah, since you and Stephen aren't girls or women, you'd be gay, I guess?
[ Santana is doing her best here, but today's been a lot, and explaining modern-era sexuality to a demon (fallen angel?) is way beyond her pay grade. ]
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Eventually, she's able to pull herself together long enough to say something coherent. ]
Sorry -- that's, uh, a fair question. [ Santana honestly cannot believe she's explaining this, right here on Riley's floor, but stranger things have happened. ] Nah, since you and Stephen aren't girls or women, you'd be gay, I guess?
[ Santana is doing her best here, but today's been a lot, and explaining modern-era sexuality to a demon (fallen angel?) is way beyond her pay grade. ]