[Kara winces and tries very hard not to let her growing anger boil to the surface so Will can see. She's mostly successful, but her brow furrows. How could someone say that? To their kid? No wonder Will's so... upset about everything. Holy toledo that's awful and not fair. She shakes one hand free so that she can grab both of Will's, squeezing tightly (but carefully), giving him an intense look as she ducks her head to meet his gaze.]

He's not right. Not that you're not - [she breaks off with a sigh.] Will, if you're gay, then that is... perfectly fine. I have so many friends who are gay, and I'm... [another pause. What would she consider herself? She's never really thought about it. On Earth, it's important, but her most formative years were on Krypton, where nothing like this mattered.]

I like girls. Like-like girls, and guys, and I know people can be cruel about it. But your dad, anyone else like him, they're the ones that are wrong, for saying things like that, for hurting you. You are not wrong. Not even a little bit.