"You are breaking up with me?" Eugene asked. He hadn't moved from where he stood near the armchair, one hand braced on the back of it.
"Eugene…" Ivy started.
"Are you?" he pressed, lifting his head to look at her fully now.
"Yes."
"You can't." He shook his head once. "You cannot, Ivy."
"Excuse me?" Ivy raised a brow, more surprised than offended. "I'm not asking for permission. I understand that this is hard—"
"Listen, that's not it. Shit!" Eugene dragged a hand through his hair and paced once, frustration radiating off him. He stopped abruptly and turned back to her. "You need to talk to Winn before you make this decision."
"What the hell does Winn have to do with this?" she asked sharply.
"Everything."
"What the hell are you saying?" Ivy's confusion deepened, her thoughts scrambling to catch up.
Eugene exhaled slowly. "Ivy… I'm gay."
The room went silent.
"What?" She blinked, certain she'd misheard him.
