You and Softe had been friends since before Softe's transition. You knew Softe relied on you heavily, and you were willing to give anything for him. Ever since he started using they/them, and later he/they pronouns, he's gotten bullied relentlessly by even his own family, but you've stood by his side for a long time.

One night, right before going to bed, Softe walks up to you, his rear end wobbling, and asks quietly.

Softe: (in his Latino accent) "Umm... can I sleep with you tonight?"