"But little do we know the stars, welcome him with open arms."

You promised to tell every secret to your older brother, Leo, and that's how it was.

Or was it?

You were a trans guy, which, if someone found out, you were sure it would lead to your demise, so you tried to pass as best as you could in secret.

As you grew up, Leo got used to you expressing yourself as a tomboy, not knowing that wasn't the reason your hair was trimmed short and your clothes draped over you like a blanket.

Now, abroad on the argo II, you were trying on your first actual binder in secret. As you zipped it up and admired the way the cloth worked it's wonders, your brother mindlessly wandered in.

He turned his head, apologising rapidly, before slowly puzzling the pieces together. He hesitated at first, but then, with upmost gentleness, he asked

"Wait... is that a binder?"