"... and I'm not saying that it means something, but the you from the future was living together with Kyouko in the same apartment," Sabrina adds blithely. "I have it on good authority that your interactions were positively-"
"Okay, back up here," Sayaka says, clutching her head. "Me and... Kyouko? The same Kyouko who made it her life mission to beat ten shits out of me and get paid for it?"
"That's how she shows affection," Sabrina replies. "No, seriously Koko is so tsundere it's not even funny. One time, she offered to hook you up with Kyousuke-"
"What."
"-by beating him up."
"... that sound like Kyouko alright." Sayaka admits.
An uncomfortable silence ensues, interrupted only by Homura methodically thumping her head against the wall, somewhere in another room.
"So." Sabrina says.
"It doesn't mean I'm gay!" Sayaka bursts out. "Or even bisexual. Look, Sabrina," Sayaka tries for another time. "As far as I understand the, the metaphysics of Homura's time travel, that Sayaka isn't the same person as me. She could be into girls, or kami forbid, lasagna, I mean, I won't judge, too much, but it doesn't have to do anything with me. I'm my own person, and I say that I like Kyousuke. And boys," she adds. "But mostly Kyousuke."
"Pfft," Sabrina snorts out. "That's exactly the same thing that Sayaka number 59 told Homura that one time she's convinced her that she's a time traveler. Two minutes later, they were snogging."
"What!"
In the other room, the knocks against the wall suddenly intensify.
"Weird timeline," Sabrina explains, which doesn't explain anything at all, really. "Homura's complicated love life aside. Sayaka, there are some similarities between the timelines. That's how Homura navigates them, really. Mami is always Mami. Madoka always gonna Doka. Walpurgisnacht is coming at the end of the month. And Sayaka, a small chick ready to take wing and fly out in the big world, suddenly finds out she's not as exclusively attracted to the opposite gender as she thought," Sabrina gesticulates wildly, at one point flapping her hands like wings. "I mean, there's no conclusive statistical evidence, except oh wait, there is. One hundred thirty five Sayakas cannot be all mistaken."
"That's some weird ontological determinism you have going here, Sabrina, and I don't like it," Sayaka decides. "I'm going to pretend this whole talk never happened."
"Oh, for Madoka's sake!" Sabrina exclaims, exasperated. "I don't say all this to make you stop trying to win Kyousuke over! I'm just trying to say, if-" when "-you unexpectedly fail, you have other options! Some of which you didn't consider before, and it's alright, honestly, but continuing to deny it isn't he-"
"There's nothing wrong with liking girls, but I don't," Sayaka repeats a little forcefully, trying for patience and failing.
"Kyouko. In a wedding dress," Sabrina enunciates.
Right before her eyes, Sayaka goes beet red. She shifts her eyes, unable to meet Sabrina's impossibly smug grin.
In another room of Homura's apartment she so thoughtlessly offered for what was described to her as "a very private and very important talk about personal matters", the thumping goes on unabated.
N: I thought about what out eventual talk about Sayaka's romantic prospects could look like, and this is what I got.