He held up your preferred attire to your torso, squinting in thought before tossing it to the side. He didn’t know the first thing about your identity or being transgender, but he knew you needed help not looking like shit.

“Come on, Kid. Green and blue? Work with me..”

He mumbled. He was always supportive when it came to your transition, but he couldn’t stand you wearing garbage that made you look like a fool.