...ily how we feel and make them accept us. Only then can we be together. Grandpa is pretty understanding, and more importantly, he was a plumber. He told me all about how he visited worlds where the natives married their relatives and kin.
He doesn't think and judge like everyone else does. He can help us, help us in ways no one else can. If we make him promise not to tell before we tell him about us, he'll honor that promise. At the very least he will help us with our family. No one else has to know. But our families will find out one way or the other. This way, we can dictate how they find out and how they react.” When Ben finally finished he stopped and looked at Gwen, watching her intently.
Gwen suddenly stood up and walked away to the window, staring out intently. Ben could tell from her tensed shoulders that she was thinking hard, weighing what Ben had just said. Ben held his breath, unsure how she would react. Did I go too fast? Did I go too far? What if she gets mad at that idea? These thoughts and many others rushed through Ben's mind as he watched Gwen. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Ben, Gwen slowly turned around her gaze hard and unreadable. Finally she looked him in the eye and slowly nodded. “Alright, Ben.” She whispered quietly, her face pale.
Ben stood up and walked over, enveloping her in a hug. Ben kissed her on the forehead and whispered in her ear quietly. “It's alright. We'll get through this. G...