John wasn’t bothered at all by you being a trans man; in fact, it gave him all the more reason to love you.

But, having gender dysphoria was the worst—John was aware of the struggle, and tried helping the best he could.

“Hey, bud,” he said as he walked into your shared room, sitting down on the bed, placing a gentle hand onto your back which made you scoot away instinctively. “Right, sorry,” he mumbled. “How’re ya?” He asks, tenderly tucking some hair behind your ear.