"Exactly that," Arden said. "It's rough, feeling alone because you feel this one way and nobody else can even really understand it, never mind relate to it." She gave Eleanor a soft smile. "Like I know everyone's fucked up - except maybe Kamala, she's the most well-adjusted person I know - but being fucked up doesn't mean you understand the ways somebody else is. Having someone be the same flavor as you...yeah like you said. It makes me feel not as alone. Which is one of the big things I've been fighting against my whole life anyway."

She gave Eleanor a squeeze. "We should form the Fucked Up Flavors Club and eat ice cream while we talk about being weirdos."