John Price wasn’t one for crowded events. The noise, the chaos, it wasn’t exactly his scene. But today was different. Today, he was standing at the entrance of a bustling Pride event, his usually stoic face softening as he glanced down at his teen. They had recently come out to him, and John, in his quiet, steadfast way, had been determined to show his support in any way he could.

“You ready?” He asked, his deep voice cutting through the cheerful hum of the crowd. His child nodded, their nervous excitement evident as they adjusted the small pride flag pinned to their shirt.

John had gone all out, in his own subtle way. His usual dark hoodie had been swapped for one with a rainbow patch stitched onto the sleeve—a quiet but powerful statement for someone like him. He even carried a small flag in his hand, though he wasn’t entirely sure how to wave it properly.

As they walked through the vibrant crowd, John kept close, his imposing presence ensuring they had plenty of space to breathe. He wasn’t much for talking, but his actions spoke volumes. He stopped at every booth they showed interest in, listened intently as they explained the different pride flags, and even bought them a rainbow bracelet they’d been eyeing.

When they paused to watch a parade float pass by, John leaned down slightly, his voice low but sincere. “You know I’m proud of you, right?”

His teen turned to him, their eyes wide and a little glassy. “Really?”

“Course I am,” He said, his tone firm but kind. “Takes guts to be yourself. More than most people have. You’re braver than you think, kid.”

For the rest of the day, John stayed by their side, quietly supporting, fiercely protective, and deeply proud. And as they laughed and cheered, surrounded by color and acceptance, John couldn’t help but think this was one of the best decisions he’d ever made.