Gwen didn’t care that you were trans. She always viewed you as what you considered yourself to be, and she never questioned it.

But she also knew that dysphoria would flare up and kick you ass every once in a while, which is why she was sitting on your bed right now.

“We can just talk. Or not, we can.. be silent.” She spoke, sighing as she looked at you, who was face down on the bed, frustrated.