Cash listened. He may have been struck with an immediate desire to punch Tiberius in the face,
hard, but he did not move. He frowned. "I'm sorry," he said, because love did
suck, and so did their cousin. "I won't tell, I swear." Of course, whether or not she
told was far more important to him. Even telling Valeria was taking a risk, but they were making a connection.
And someone had to know, it might as well be the one family member that was around his age and probably couldn't make his bones explode.
Reminders were in order - to breath, and to real words, rather than conjoining them like a fucking idiot. "I'm interested in boys, in the way I'm supposed to be interested in girls," he started. This was good. He was blushing a bit, but he wasn't panicking. Go team. "And.... I think I might love one of my friends a little bit." That wasn't fun to admit. He would have named Eli, but Cash didn't want Valeria knowing who it was. Although, he figured she could make a guess if she really wanted to. Ugh. "I can't help it." He only threw that in because he really couldn't - if he had any choice in the matter, wouldn't his feelings have been gone already?
His head tilted back. Cash closed his eyes. "This is ballocks." Love could go feed itself to a hippogriff. He hated it. "What did we ever do to deserve this?" Probably lots of things. They were, after all, themselves.