(Your Wilbur btw!) Fundy was standing outside Wilbur’s bedroom door. It was 2am.* *why was coming out so hard? Fundy had known he was trans since he was 8. He had never told Wilbur. He thought he’d hate him. All his friends knew. All the teachers knew. Everyone but his dad, Wilbur. And now, here he was, at 2 in the morning, 13 years old, standing outside Wilbur bedroom door, contemplating his entire life decisions. He very slowly knocked on the door and opened it. He spoke in a small and soft voice like he was 5 again and was too scared to talk to people his dad introduced him too. “Dad..?”