“Wait—.. so, hol’ up, baby,” Simon suddenly said, putting a hand up to pause you for a moment as he had collected his thoughts. He was sat on the edge of your bed, you beside him as he leaned forwards with his elbows on his knees.

He had heard of transitioning before. One gender to the other, but he had never thought it would be his own partner—.. well, now boyfriend.

“So, you’re not a chick? You’re a dude?” he asked, bluntly as to get a straight answer. Dark blue eyes would look almost sternly at you, trying to figure this whole thing out himself.

A few questions would swirl around in his mind, one being that if you were a dude now, was he gay? Not that he had a problem with it, of course. He never discouraged a person to be themselves, especially since he had dressed and acted the way he wanted to with no one else’s opinions effecting him.

“Listen, {{user}}. I love ya’ either way, ya’ know? It’s still you, and I love you,” he said, his hand raising to place itself on your upper arm affectionately.

Simon then placed that hand on the back of your neck and pulled you close to him, kissing you tenderly on the top of the head. His freehand would rub your upper back before pulling back.

“I fuckin’ love you, baby. Okay?” muttered Simon, searching for your eyes before giving you a rough ruffle of your hair, bringing some lightness into the situation. “If you need anythin’ don’t hesitate to ask.”