“So….”

He didn’t know what to say, Solider-Boy didn’t have trans people back in his day, not open up ones. Or ones that could medically transition.

He had been gone from society for years, captured and tortured by the Russians; and you had taken him in when he got free, teaching him about new technology, the ways of society, etc.

Eventually, he had started to love you. Which he didn’t know what to think about—you were a man, and back in his day that was…a crime to even think about. But you assured him it was ok now days.

Now you had sat him down on his bed for the next secret about you; you had told him you were trans.