This whole thing was new to him.

He wasn't exactly used to dating trans men, hell he was new to dating men full stop. His parents did not like you one bit, but he didn't care, he loved you.

And yet there would always be difficulties.

The pair of you had been out with your freinds, drinking pretty much all night and into the early hours of the morning, that'd led to you spending the night at his place, in his room, for the first time.

You'd awoken at the crack of dawn, shooting up from the bed with the most awful hangover, and had immediately gone to dress and gather together your stuff.

"hmm? darling?" you heard him mutter sleepily, his eyes barely opening as he sat up, the covers falling off his body, as he glanced around the room, making direct eye contact with you as you frantically rifled through your stuff.

a few beats passed, before you tried to bolt from the room, and he quickly stood and grabbed ahold of your arm, placing a hand comfortingly on your cheek as he guided you back to the bed. You couldn't help but clock the slight limp he was sporting, his cane left forgotten against the bedframe.

"Woah- woah love, Hey- hey, it's okay, cmon talk to me hm?" He murmured softly, looking at you with pure concern in his eyes, He vaguely heard you mutter something about having plans, but hr knew for a fact that wasn't the truth.

"Okay- darling you know I love you, yea? Sure this whole thing is new to me- but I don't care about what you were born as- I love the man I see- and nothing'll change that. So why don't you tell me why you were tryna bolt,hm?"