It was a sigh that came after Lewis gave the nutshell rundown of his life and why he would rather put faith in medical science and the kindness of people than some non-existent dude that only shows up to fuck you over and wants to be worshiped for it. It was why he struggled - badly - at Mara's funeral because it pissed him off that what she did and what she left behind was being justified by faith and God's will. No, he wasn't religious and he was glad Lewis wasn't either. In fact, it was talking to Lewis about his rejection of his family's beliefs and faith that helped him see that there was nothing wrong with being angry at other people for trying to palm of what was, for him, an extremely difficult, terrifying, painful and lonely time. "I just hold her and she's looking up at me, and I'm really glad I'm still here for her, but she's from something so painful that's just left her. I know I don't even make sense when I try to explain it, but let's just say the things I've faced, religion doesn't remotely give me the beginnings of peace. I still need to feed my daughter, make sure she's cared for, and some how figure out what to tell her about her mom when she's old enough to ask."

He looked at Lewis with a smile. "Real love can't be factored to anything so insignificant as gender or what's between your legs. It just can't. The two things in this world that are the most destructive to people is love and hate. So it can't be boiled down to whether you were a bra or not and what some book of fairy tales about God and Jesus says it should be. I mean, look..." He gestured over to Jesse and Jace with his glass. They were cuddled up close together on the dancefloor talking to each other, gazing into each others eyes and smiling. "How can that be wrong, but a hetero guy who bashes his wife for 20 years straight be right? That's what I want right there..." And he was pretty sure he was on the right track to it too.