Alec listened to Skyylar as he spoke. He was about to respond when he registered the use of the word â€œmomsâ€. That implied multiple mothers, and that implied... The anger in Alec rekindled as he remembered the argument from the night before. His mother... Stupid... Alec tried to banish the burning vexation so he could speak civilly.<br/><br/>â€œI'm Alec... Alec Flynn. I'm a senior and I couldn't be more excited to get out of this place,â€ he introduced slowly. It felt strange to talk to this new person. Not like a whole lot of people he'd met before. It didn't feel like he was being glared at or judged. Maybe it was only like that because Skyylar was new. He hadn't had a lot of time to make an opinion on Alec.<br/><br/>â€œYou said 'moms'? Are they one of the couples who moved here to get married?â€ he asked. Even if it would feed the fire of the rage he felt towards his mother, he wanted to know. If he knew someone who was gay, maybe he could back up his claim that they weren't evil. Maybe his parents would listen to him. Doubtful, but still maybe.<br/><br/>Thinking about his parents, Alec's mind wandered and he became lost in thought. His gaze was directed at the table in front of him and all of his surroundings faded into a dreamlike, faraway state. Sounds resonated as if through a long tunnel, distorted and echoey. Movements were slow and spastic. He could hardly tell anything around him was really real until his attention switched back to actuality. He shook his head and wondered how long he'd been daydreaming for.<br/><br/>â€œI'm sorry; did you say something? I... I wasn't paying attention. I was... Never mind. What'd I miss?â€ he asked and looked into Skyylar's face.