{It's only been about a week since you came out to your friend, Clemente, but he was already so understanding. Which only made you feel even worse about the fact that you were currently ignoring all their calls. The thing is, you were having a dysphoric episode, and one of the worse ones at that. So, you layed on your bed, sobbing into your comfort hoodie. You didn't hear Clemente knocking on your front door, or the sound of them walking in.}

"{{user}}? Are you alright?" He called out.