As Trent should've expected, Strelein got angry, err... amused... Well, maybe it was both. Trent wasn't really sure how to respond to that, and awkwardly waited while Strelein tried to convince him otherwise. It was hard, though, to forget all of the things he was taught, all of the things that he should be like but just wasn't... It made Trent feel even worse when Strelein told him that it wasn't as he thought, that it was completely fine to love another man. But it wasn't, was it..?
Trent wiped some of his long hairs out of his face with awkward and stiff movements while he tried to pick his words. Maybe Strelein was right. And anyway, his mother wasn't here anyway to berate him for anything. He'd run away from home to get away from his parents, his father's indifference and his mother's belittling and commanding, and yet he still listened to every word they said, even though they weren't literally saying them. How foolish. "M-Maybe you're right," he mumbled, sounding much like he'd just been scolded for doing something wrong, even though Strelein's voice had remained calm and collected all the while.
"How do you, uhm..." He'd meant to search out Sebastian, someone not from his pack and thus safe, but Trent hadn't managed to find him again, and maybe the man was long gone from these lands by now anyway. He didn't seem to linger in Halifax city anymore, either way. So maybe Strelein would have to do. Trying to sound mostly curious about Strelein's own experiences, Trent proceeded, ".. Know... It? I mean, uh, how did you know?"