Ask about Layla

Ethan asks Layla more about herself.

“Ah, well…” she shifts. “In case you were wondering, I actually gave birth to Aaron… We don’t have a set language in town, but… I’m his mother.”

Looking at Layla's crotch for a moment, Ethan almost asks if she’s really got a vagina. Repressing the thought, he goes in another direction. “Is Aaron, uh…”

“He’s… ‘normal.’” The way she says normal feels ****. “But he is a prime carrier for… it, so he’s being very careful.”

Ethan ponders if that’s just something he would have told his mother to keep her happy.

Layla’s jaw opens and closes a few times, clearly more on her mind.

“Layla?”

“Yes?!” she jumps slightly, as if knocked from a trance.

“Was there something else?”

“Ah..” she squirms slightly, her eyes drifting to the whisky bottle. “There is… Something, but I don’t think I can… Sorry.”

Ethan drops it, Layla obviously already having said enough.