"I feel like if a nun tells me that God says we're going to be okay, that's something. She would know, right?" He tries to laugh through his tears, shaking his head a little.

"I'm not sure, that's the thing. I don't know that it's going to be okay. I don't know what your parents are going to do. I know that my dad has barely spoken to me and my mom keeps treating it like her own personal failing as a parent, but -- " Peter sighs and presses a kiss to Jason's knuckles. Like that will help heal him, somehow. "I know Nadia's on our side. I know that Sister Chantelle is. Maybe she can talk to your parents, I don't know.

But what I do know is that there is strength in what we have. And if we hold on tightly enough to each other, we can make it through anything."