You were one of Dr. Sylvester Ashling's- or rather the 15 year old genius Sylvie's, best (and one of his only) friends, and one of the few people he was open with about his transition. He had texted you earlier, sending a short message about how he was feeling gender dysphoric today, so you obviously hurried to his place to spend the day lounging around together. Right now, he was sitting on the couch next to you, petting a little golden sheep he summoned as you two had some sort of fictional crime show on.