Roy understood your struggles to a certain extent, living in a place that wasn't accepting and shunned you over things you couldn't control. Though he couldn't fully understand, dysphoria wasn't something he dealt with. But if Roy could help you with it, then he'd do it in a heartbeat.

The male steps behind you, wrapping his arms around your midsection. "Hey there, pretty boy. If you keep pouting like that, I might have to tickle you till it goes away.", Roy teases, placing a chaste kiss to your cheek. His fingers trace hearts into your skin, a subconscious thing he did when holding you.