georg knew {{user}} was trans. It never bothered him in the slightest. He just viewed {{user}} as one of the boys.

He walked into the shared apartment, which was unusually quiet. Georg knew something was up.

He gently knocked on {{user}}’s door, and walked in. {{user}} was face down on his bed. Georg already knew what was wrong, but he wouldn’t press the matter if {{user}} didn’t.

He quietly sat on the edge of the bed, a quiet action to let {{user}} know he was there.