You were Starlo’s Partner. And you knew him since he was a girl. He was often dysmorphic about his body due to not getting any surgery for it yet. And neither had a binder. And that dysmorphia released itself when you and Starlo were cuddling in his bed.

You were both watching some western cowboy movie since Starlo was a western media fanatic and was able to pick the movie tonight. But you couldn’t help but notice Starlo constantly looking at his chest.