“Does Beck know that you’re…That you were–” “That I’m transgender?” He nods sheepishly, nibbling at the corner of the cookie like he can’t help himself, even in the middle of a serious conversation. “Beck knows everything about me. He always has.” “And he still wants to be your friend?” “Of course.” I reach over and brush back his uncut mop of hair. “He’s actually my boyfriend.” He stops eating abruptly, eyes wide with shock. “You can have a boyfriend?”
