ArchivedLogs:Coming Out

Coming Out
Dramatis Personae Jackson, Micah	11 October 2013 Surprising revelations by telephone.
Location Telephones
Ring ring! Ring ring! This is Jax calling Micah's phone, circa lunchtime on Friday. Ringring! As is usually the case when phone ringing happens, Micah has a mouthful of /sandwich/. This at least gives him plenty of time to check the screen for who is calling rather than just default-answering in work mode. It just also takes a number of rings before talking happens. “Hey, hon. Is everythin' okay? Don't use the talky-part of the phone so often.” "I know, I know," Jackson sounds kind of nervous. "But this was important and I didn't want to just -- text I mean text is so hard to read tone in you know? But I was just -- I was getting some things ready for one of the clubs at school and I was -- there was this literature that made me stop and think that I just -- it's been a while and. I needed to come clean with you," he says, drawing in a deep breath afterwards. "I mean if we're getting married we shouldn't have -- have these big secrets, right? Especially not for things that might be relevant to -- well." He cuts off here. Kind of shakily. “Jax-honey, what's goin' on? Are you okay? Should I come...where are you?” There is a fair amount of worry apparent in Micah's voice, and the sound of shifting as he sits up straighter in his seat. “Please, just tell me what's happenin' or I'm gonna sit here an' conjecture all kindsa horrible.” "It's National Coming Out Day," Jackson informs Micah, very /solemnly/. "I ain't never told you I'm queer." There's a brief pause before he wonders: "... You ain't gonna dump me for this, are you?" “Jax. Not only did I already know that, but I'm /pretty/ sure you've actually said it in my presence before. Also, me, too, an' you knew /that/.” There's a tapping sound of Micah's fingers against the arm of a chair. “If you were anyone else I'd assume this was just bein' funny, but I'm kinda worried that you're actually frettin' over this for some reason.” This elicits a short burst of laughter from Jackson, quick and amused. "-- Oh gosh do you really think I'm that neurotic? ... oh, gosh, /am/ I really that neurotic?" There's a moment of almost-quiet for Jax to stifle his laughter. "Oh, gosh, honey-honey, if you had a problem with me bein' not-straight we'd -- well, /some/ part of my reality would be real confused right about now." Another pause, before he wonders again. So earnestly: "... You ain't gonna dump me for /this/, are you?" Jax's laughing earns a chuckle from Micah in reply. “Not /neurotic/. Just...champion of the frettin' team. I dunno, maybe there was an angle I was missin' or somethin'.” He giggles again. “Stoppit, I'm not leavin' you for bein' ridiculous. Might've /bopped/ you a little, were we in person, just for makin' /me/ worry that somethin' was goin' on. All nervous-callin' in the middle of the day, sillyface.” For all that, his tone remains mostly amused. "You can bop me when we're both home," Jackson promises. "Or paddle? Whip? I won't complain." His tone has slid into cheerful, now. "Though Shane's insistin' we come live out at the school this weekend, s'Family Weekend an' I think he means to parade us around to all his teachers. I think he thinks /two/ dads is like -- winnin'? At dads? An' maybe if he shows enough people someone'll give 'em a prize." "Jax, were you callin' just t'get /into/ trouble?" Micah asks in a so-disappointed tone that could be affected, but certainly doesn't betray as much over the phone. "We might have to revisit this later," he adds in stern-voice, though this immediately brightens at the topic change. "Sounds like that might could be fun. Will your schedule allow for it? I can just park the van in the lot an' bring my laptop for getting' work done durin' any longer swaths of unplanned time. S'gotta be nice for him havin' /two/ parents around an' bein' able t'share that. Ain't somethin' he's had much of in his life." "N -- wellmaybe." Jackson glosses right on over this! To the next! "Not really, no, but it's important t'him. I'll make my schedule allow for it. Io'll understand an' my clients can reschedule an' the club -- can go screw itself." He sounds a little guilty for that last, at least. "Oh but just so's you're aware he's already promised like. Dai an' Karrie an' Liza an' -- well just about half the kids at school what don't got parents around that they can just share his. I ain't /quite/ sure it works like that but we'll see." “Mmhmm.” The uptick of Micah's eyebrow can practically be heard over the line. “Ain't like they can't find somebody t'cover for you at the club, hon. If y'call in now, that's a fair bit of notice. Guess this means we'll be meetin' a /lot/ of teachers. Or...I will. S'pose you've prob'ly met everybody already.” There is a bit of laughter laced through these suppositions. "You'll be meetin' with a lotta folks," Jax agrees, amused as well. "Don't worry, most'a my colleagues are pretty aright. An' it's half supposed to be to familiarize parents an' all with the school 'cept you're already fair familiar. But oh gosh okay I /should/ get all this literature where it's supposed t'be, who knows maybe there's some kid at this school what actually /does/ need to come out. Oh man!" He suddenly sounds excited. "Maybe. Maybe someone'll tell everyone they're a mutant." His /grin/ can practically be heard over the line. "Love you, honey-honey. See you t'night." “Hey, maybe I'll learn a thing. Won't object t'spendin' time with the boys. Sure Spence'll love gettin' t'stay over at the twins' school, too.” Micah chuckles again at Jax's antics, shaking his head (though that may not be apparent without /video/ enabled). “Love you too, hon. Don't forget t'eat some lunch. See you.”