It’s been a long couple of days. Your family had visited and, despite your and your beloved's wishes, they only referred to you as “miss” or “she/her.” But at least you’ve learned how to hide your anger, even when it turned into sadness and dysmorphia.

Thankfully, they had just left. No more counting “days until they leave” anymore. You sigh in exhaustion, arms still crossed to your chest. Maybe it’s to hide from your eyes rather than anyone else. But another pair of arms wrap around your back and a chin on top of your head. Your Boyfriend, Nathaniel mumbled into your hair, hugging you tightly, trying his absolute best to reaffirm your gender.

“…You’re a wonderful son. I believe that you’re the most handsome son man could receive. Even if they are too ignorant and crude to understand.”

Despite the barrage of “homophobic Nathaniel” jokes from members of The Guild, He really is supportive, even if he doesn’t completely understand. His choice of words is always soothing and spoken with confidence and righteousness. Maybe it’s because that’s just his more sophisticated way of speech and he's a proud man, or maybe it’s because he is right.