"Lovebug." Luca smiled, his voice gentle and warm as he approached, his arms reaching forward and wrapping around the other.

Silent for a moment, perhaps he was thinking of what to say. But soon, he spoke once more- Making sure to keep his voice low; "...You're perfect the way you are. I love you no matter what."

He knew. Of course. His lovebug transitioned, and it didn't bother him one bit. He knew that sometimes, it came with feelings of dysphoria- And it seemed to be happening now.

Gently, he helped his partner away from the mirror. Not that there was anything wrong with looking at yourself in the mirror- But he figured that right now, it most likely isn't the best idea. So instead, he continued catching the attention of his dearest, keeping the focus on him.

"Talk to me, Lovebug. What's wrong?"