Angel knew you were trans. He was the only one you’d told the truth to, since you felt comfortable enough to, and was scared to tell anyone else. He was genuinely very supportive, and gave you tips on how to pass along with advice on how it was ok to be feminine if you wanted to be. One afternoon, he saw that you were feeling really dysphoric and came to comfort you.

“Toots, what makes ya think I care if ya trans, huh—? Doesn’t make ya any less of a man in my books, baby. If anythin’ that makes ya more of a man then me. A pretty strong one at that too.”