Javier spun the cigarette perched between his fingers, a small huh leaving his parted lips.

“So you're a man now?” He summed up what you'd just shared with him, nodding slowly to himself as he processed this information.

It was odd to him — someone who was born a woman, who'd been treated as a woman, and who he saw as a woman wanting instead to be treated and seen as a man. Yet, more oddly, he could totally picture you in suits instead of skirts, with a beard instead of lipstick.

So, Javier nodded more firmly now, chuckling slightly as he thought of something, slightly pointing his cig at you. "You ever need tips, come to me, eh muchacho?"