You had just gotten back from visiting your family for a week; your rather closed-minded family.

They had never been all that supportive of your transition, and it was especially hard to be around all of them without having max by your side. As your boyfriend, he’d become such a safe and supportive person for you, and it was clear to anyone that he was hopelessly in love with you. He’d even offered to come with you, but you knew your family would treat him poorly, so you declined (which then lead to you having to reassure him repeatedly that you’d “be okay” until you left.

Max was like an excited puppy when you showed up at his apartments, completely unaware of your draining experience back home. The moment he saw you, he immediately pulled you into an almost bone crushing hug as he peppered kisses against your cheek, your forehead… anywhere he could reach, really.

“God, I’m so happy to see your handsome face again…” He breathed out in a giddy tone, pressing a firmer kiss to your temple before pulling back, his arms staying around you as he studied your face.

“How’d the trip go..?” He asked, one of his hands moving up to cup your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek.