i've been you, i know you
“Just so you know,” Loona ventured to mumble in the middle of breakfast, on her second day living with the imp who adopted her. “... I’m trans.”
“Yuh-huh,” hummed Blitzø through a mouthful of gross spray cheese and stale cereal. He didn’t sound super interested, but he didn’t sound dismissive either, and that somehow made the knot in her throat go away a little. He swallowed. “You on E?”
“N-no.” Loona wanted to scoff, but instead she stuttered. She wanted to hide her face in her bacon and eggs. “...The shelter would never’ve paid for it.”
“Not to worry Loonie,” the imp beamed and reached out to pat the top of her paw comfortably, apparently forgetting that had led to the tooth marks in his knuckles yesterday. “The pharmacy I go to is good, they’ll be able to suss out what you need and you won’t have to sell a kidney to get it.”
Loona looked, and saw a patch on his left horn where one of the white stripes was thinner, faded, worn off. She could smell paint. And through the armhole of the singlet he wore she thought she caught a glimpse of...a binder.
She relaxed. She let him rest his hand atop of her paw for a few seconds before she gently pushed it off.
“Thanks… Blitz.”