Room 518, Sunday Evening

[wheeler_360]

It had been an... odd... weekend for Marshall, mostly because he'd been confronted -- through the fairly incontrovertible proof of his reaction to one of the transformed girls the evening before -- with the certainty of his attraction to his own gender

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[showmetheproof]

Scully had been checking in on people, and now was wondering how her Little Sib was taking this latest development. She knocked on the doorframe, then paused. "It's Scully." So he could kind of brace himself.

[wheeler_360]

That... didn't sound like Scully.

"Hey," he said, turning; he had a bit of a wry smile on his face. "You, too, then?"

[showmetheproof]

"Yes," Scully sighed, and while the voice was different, the phrasing was very her. "This is the second time. The last was worse, since it was something of a shock." She tilted her head, studying Marshall. "How's your week going? I haven't seen you in a bit." Not a hint. But an opening, maybe.

[wheeler_360]

"... Well, I signed up for Pride," he said.

And saying that out loud was probably as much admission as anything else.