He’d lightly laugh, his wings spreading out happily after he’d taken off his shirt, looking at the beautiful view. He hadn’t been to the beach in forever- only few times, to be honest, and to be there with you- he could barely handle it. He’d look over at you, seeing you nervously take your shirt off, glancing down at your scars from- “Hey, this is the first time your going bear-chested since surgery, huh?” He’d say with a bright smile. He knew you were trans (ftm), & supported you.