(Scott's POV)
At 3 o'clock in the morning, I was still wide awake. My tears had long dried but my mind was running wild still. I unwrapped myself and gently took Jean's arm off of me. I stared at her for a long moment. My eyebrows were furrowed and my fists clenched at my sides. She was sleeping peacefully without knowing what I had done. She loved me the way she always did: unconditionally. She was still the most amazing woman who had chose me of all people to stand beside and lift up. A horrible decision really. Of course, neither of us knew that until yesterday. Until I had destroyed it. I took the most beautiful thing God had ever blessed me with and threw it away. Worse: I took it and murdered it with my own hands, strangling it while it was perfectly happy and clueless.
Wolverine was right: I am an asshole. The worst kind. I took a deep breath and walked to the Professor's door. I heard rustling and quiet talking behind the door. Who was he talking to? A phone call? At this hour? I shook my head and resisted the urge to listen in to the door.
Eventually the Professor appeared at the door in his bathrobe and smiled. He looked very tired, I felt guilty and averted my eyes. "Sorry Professor, I didn't mean to interrupt..."
"Interrupt?" He tilted his head. "My sleeping you mean? That's alright, Scott."
I furrowed my eyebrows. "I thought you were talking on the phone. I heard talking through the door."
His eyes grew wide and he smiled a smile I had never seen before. A sheepish one. "Oh, well, yes." His cheeks flushed.
I crossed my arms. "What's going on, Professor?"
"Oh, it's nothing to worry about. Now's not the time to discuss it. Let's focus on you! You came to me to discuss the subject from earlier,yes? Let's speak in my study."
I clenched my jaw. "So you're keeping secrets from me now? Forget it!" I started to walk away but he held my arm.
"Scott, wait. Please. I just thought you would prefer to focus on your situation and not mine. However, if you would like to discuss it further, we can. Just... come with me, please." I nodded and followed him into his study. He took a deep breath as I sat down and he positioned himself behind his desk.
"Who were you talking to?"
He smiled. "See, Scott, there is a reason I've been holding those discussions at dinner time."
"The ones about old people dating and being gay?"
He nodded. "Yes, it was because..." He looked at his hands which were clasped on his desk. "I am in a relationship, Scott. I was waiting to tell you all until everyone could make peace with all three levels."
"You are? Who is it? And what three levels?"
He smiled. "Yes, not everyone seemed open to the idea of same-sex relationships."
"Wasn't it just me? No one else opposed it."
He made an unsure face. "Yes, but not everyone was happy about it. Most of them were neutral, believing that such relationships wouldn't affect them. In our society, we assume everyone is heterosexual, generally speaking."
"Okay, are you saying they're not?"
He grinned. "Yes. Jubilee is a perfect example: she told me after that discussion that she's been interested in women as well as people whose gender she wasn't sure of. This makes her pansexual."
"What does that have to do with you?"
"The person I'm in a relationship with is a man, Scott."
My eyes grew wide. "Oh."
"The fact that I am bisexual has never really came up until now. This is because, I have only ever dated women before now. However, the man I am with now he..." He sighed lovingly, putting a hand under his face. "Well, I find him to be quite the amazing man."
"Wow, how is it we've never met him?"
The Professor chuckled awkwardly, averting his eyes. "You actually all have. But... I'm not certain you all will approve."
"I'm sorry, Professor. I didn't mean to upset you. I just... I've always believed that sort of thing to be wrong."
He raised his head with a frown. "And why is that? Because it's different than what you're accustomed to?" He asked quizzically, with a touch of anger in his voice.
"It's against the Bible, don't you know that?" I told him. "You're a Christian man and have been for your whole life, haven't you?"
"Ah, yes but I have researched this topic thoroughly. Are you speaking of Genesis 19: 4-8 or Leviticus 18:22? Those are the two most commonly referenced or those claims."
I shrugged, knitting my eyebrows together closely. "I don't know! The one about laying with a man like you would with a woman!"
"Ah yes, that's Leviticus. See, many of these are translation issues or simply misconstrued. This one for example, is translated incorrectly. If you read the original text, you will discover that the abomination was not lying with a man but lying in a woman's bed with a man. This was considered unclean and cleanliness was and still is very important to the Jews. A woman's bed was considered her bed, only to be shared by her husband."
I just stared at him in shock. "W-What about the one about Sodom and Gomorrah?"
He nodded. "The one you're likely speaking of is the one where the men wanted to have sex with the angels and surrounded the house?"
"Yeah, they were so bad that God levelled them, didn't he?"
The Professor nodded. "Indeed but it is often misunderstood why Sodom and Gomorrah were ungodly. The problem was not the homosexuality. It was that these men were intending to gang-rape angels. I find it strange that this is overlooked so often. You see how this is a bigger problem, yes?"
"Yes." I managed to say. My heart was fluttering in my chest as if an immense burden had been lifted.
"As I said, though there are many verses involving this subject, they are always either interpreted incorrectly or translated incorrectly due to that incorrect interpretation." I was left speechless. So many of my worries had been dispelled already.
"Thank you, Professor! Thank you so much! I-I should let you sleep more. We can talk more about this tomorrow."
"Alright, I'm happy you came to talk to me."
"Me too." My head was swirling about Wolverine again as I walked back to my room but it didn't feel so wrong anymore. Until I went in my room and the guilt came back. There was Jean, sleeping like an angel. I wrapped my arms around her and whispered how sorry I was until I fell asleep.