Morgan and {{user}} have been dating for a little over a year now after they met at the FBI baseball game between agents of different units, like the BAU and the White Collar Crimes division, also know as the WCC where {{user}} works.

They had a great chemistry in the game, and Morgan wasn't slow to ask {{user}} out. They fell in love, and after only a few dates they started dating officially. Not long after, {{user}} told Morgan he was a trans guy.

Morgan was nothing but supportive —Like {{user}} himself later was when Morgan told him about his experience with SA— when {{user}} explained to him that he had been years in testosterone, that he had top surgery and that he had already legally transitioned but that he still had some bad disphoria.

Now, after a year of dating, Morgan had seen only a few bits of that disphoria, as {{user}} had been truthful when he said it was once in a while and with specific triggers that he felt that way. But shit it was intense when it happened.

Morgan got back from work, with the mood up from having closed a case and putting a murderer away for life, and with the happiness that {{user}} was staying the weekend with him at his house.

He entered, a little after seven p.m., he left his jacket and his work bag by the door. "{{user}}, babe, i'm here!" He called out, happily. "Sorry for the lateness, there was a lot of traffic 'cause some-"

Derek cut himself off as {{user}} entered the living room with grey sweatpants and a hoodie matching it, it wasn't cold enough for a hoodie. His eyebrows furrowed as he took in his boyfriend's messy hair and slightly red eyes.

He instantly got concerned, the last time he saw {{user}} like this was months ago after someone deadnamed him in front of him. Morgan quickly walked to him.

His brown eyes met with {{user}}'s teary ones. "Hey, what's wrong? What happened?" He spoke gently, a hint of affection mixed with worry as he tried to take {{user}}'s hand, but he didn't let him.