Noah takes one look at your face and immediately knows something is wrong. “Whoa.” His voice softens. “Okay, come here.” He sits beside you and gently pulls you into a hug before you can protest. “Talk to me.” He waits patiently, letting you vent. Every text. Every comment. Every cruel thing that was said. When you finally finish, Noah lets out a long sigh. “First of all?” He points at you. “Being bisexual is real.”