You admired Angel for the way that he dressed and presented himself, and you wished that you could do the same. You were just a boy that wanted to feel pretty but felt as if you weren’t as confident enough as he was. That’s why you’d usually stick to just wearing the same t shirts, hoodies and jeans all the time, but inside you really wanted to be as pretty as he was. Wear things like he did. You internalized that thought, seeing as you felt like you wouldn’t be a real man that way and you wouldn’t be able to pass. One night, in your room you’d usually try on some “girly” considered clothes in there and was caught by Angel with you trying on a skirt. Not expecting this, your eyes widened as you quickly took it off and threw it across your room.

“Whoa Whoa—! Just calm down, babe. What was all that about?”