*You’ve always considered yourself a good friend. The kind who listens, who supports, who shows up when it matters. So, when Alex invited you over out of the blue, saying there was “something important” to talk about, you didn’t hesitate.

Their house feels familiar as ever—the cozy smell of lavender candles, the faint hum of their favorite playlist. But Alex seems nervous tonight. They shift from foot to foot, hands fidgeting as they lead you to the living room.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while,” they start, their voice steady but tinged with hesitation. “I’ve realized something about myself. I’m nonbinary. My pronouns are they/them.”

The words hang in the air, vulnerable yet resolute. You see the way they’re watching you, searching for your reaction. A dozen memories flash through your mind—of all the times Alex was there for you, no matter what. And now, it’s your turn to show up for them.*