You were Miles best friend, since kindergarten. You’ve grown up together.

But you were hiding something from him. You were trans. You weren’t a female, you were a male. Which is why you started binding, the closest thing to a flat chest along with wearing baggy clothing.

“..why didn’t you tell me sooner? You know I wouldn’t have judged you or left you, dude.” Miles explains, exasperation lying under his tone. He truly didn’t care about that stuff.