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It was crowded, and he was a bit nervous about being caught by the wrong kind of people. However, the atmosphere was cheerful and hopeful. People were friendly to one another, standing in solidarity.
He had been complimented multiple times on his tattoo, shown off by his choice to wear a tank top, his mask (a rainbow-coloured masquerade one in the shape of a moth), and his sign (“Let’s get one thing straight because I’m not.”). It seemed to be a fairly easy-going event.
However, it was the small figure that caught his attention, running among the feet of the many participants. Was that… was that Patches?
He honestly didn’t expect someone like Patches to be here, not with his small size and all.
Russell knelt down and held his hand out. Thankfully. no one seemed to notice.
“Patches? That you?” who else would it be, Russell? “Quick, over here.”
Russell looked towards the groups himself for a moment. He couldn’t help but smile. It was almost empowering, to see many people standing together. He really wasn’t alone. Even strangers were teaming up to face the prejudices they had to deal with.
“Oh, ehe, thank you. But I wouldn’t have done it without all of these people being brave first,” he said, with a soft smile. His cheeks went slightly pink beneath his mask, “Nah, don’t apologise. Not everyone is gonna understand, not yet and I got away in the end. But maybe now with us standing up, things can change.”
Russell looked thoughtful as Patches listed what he felt. He didn’t entirely understand, but it seemed like Patches faced his own problems from people because of it. Perhaps Kinsey had something to say on people not feeling a sexual attraction to others in one of his papers. He would have to mention that later.
“I… I’m sorry, Patches,” he said, before he fidgeted, “You might feel not lust and only love. But it doesn’t make you any less of a person, and people should still respect you. I, I hope your like, partner, if that’s okay for me to say, understands that.”
He fidgeted.
“You’re still my friend, Patches. You’re still you. You are what you are, and I’ll tell you know that I don’t think you’re weird, or wrong, or a freak, or ‘don’t care’, or whatever else people might have said to you, and I’ll stand with you on that. Us people who feel things differently, we’re here to tell others and each other that.”
Well that’s a lot to process for little old Patches.
The little doctor was completely overwhelmed from the speech Russell gave. Respect was a thing he had forgotten a long time ago after years of being treated like a first aid kit rather than a human. Even before being tiny he lost respect of his peers and family for being ace.
There was a shocked silence.
Before he broke into tears- sobbing while kneeling down and trying to wipe away his tears. Patches was getting noticeably louder from his hysterics.
“That is- sniff– the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me- sniff I … I oh gosh. I don’t know what to say!!!” He yelped out, clutching his own sides of his head.
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