The Meadow 143 she might hold today. Regardless of that though, Bridget had missed her sister a lot—but then she figured out she liked girls and thought maybe it was for the best that Reyna and her had separated a bit; she didn’t know if she could handle it if they were still that close, and Reyna told her she was wrong to love who she loved. Reyna clicks her tongue, pulling Bridget from her memories. “Oh! If you guys are staying around for the rest of the day, do you want to come over to my place for dinner?” “Eh?” Bridget flashes a quick, panicked look towards Fran. Fran meets her gaze, but she looks just as much as a deer in headlights as Bridget feels. Bridget blinks and turns her gaze back to Reyna, who is smiling at Bridget the way she did when they used to when they played at arcades or accidentally messed up their parents’ house. “I just think it’d be a better place to catch up at, y’know?” Reyna elaborates. “I doubt you wanna stick around here is all, considering masses are gonna be going on all day.” She gestures to the crowded community area of the church building, and Bridget can’t help but agree. Bridget swallows, the motion a little painful considering her suspiciously dry throat. “Um.” She spares a glance at Fran again, and they have a quick silent discussion. I don’t know if I can handle that. Fran raises her brows slightly. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. But she’s my sister. There can be other times to hang out. This was pretty short notice. We can make something up if you need us to. I dunno… Do you really want to go? I haven’t seen her in so long. It’s just...you know. My family is religious. And I am not straight. I think we could last one evening as “just friends” if you want.
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