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You excuse yourself from the call for a moment to use the bathroom, but, in reality, you are just wanting to compose yourself. After relieving yourself, you splash cold water on your face and look in the mirror. “Why did I tell her that,” you think out loud. “It's not like she would feel the same way about me. I'm barely an adult, and she has so much more experience than me.” The thought of her being more experienced, however, turns you on a bit. “Get ahold of yourself, man,” you chastise yourself as you walk back into your room.

You sit back down and resume the call. Your mom is still patiently waiting.

“Welcome back, sweetie,” she says. “Listen—I know that was probably a hard thing to tell me just now, and I'm really proud of you. I hope you know I'll never judge you for something like that. You can't help your kinks or your feelings. And—well, I was thinking...”

“Yes?”

“Well—since you're planning on moving here, anyway, why don't we just try it?”

“Huh?!”

“We could try it—dating. Why not?”

“Alright,” you smile as relief washes over you.

“So, now what?” she says coyly.

“I think I should play something to work out the rest of my stress,” you say frankly.

“Fair enough,” she bursts out laughing. “Is it ok if I stay in call with you, though?”

“Of course! I'd be a horrible boyfriend if I just let you go after all that.”

“True,” she giggles.

You strategize and kill enemies in one of your favourite games as she listens to you ramble about it. She is keeping herself occupied with a cozy game that she loves. You alternate talking about your games and the music you are both listening to. Things feel normal again.

It is late, now. You have work again tomorrow, but your new girlfriend still wants to chat.