Peter stares at Calvin in silence. 

"I-I don't-" he begins but Calvin cuts him off.

"When I found you, your shirt was torn pretty bad and I saw your, uh... binder showing. Then when I helped your aunt bring you back she kinda told me cause I was confused." He pauses, watching for Peter's reaction before continuing. "But it's okay! I don't care! It doesn't make you any less of my friend" he says. Peter can feel tears already building up in his eyes.

"You're not mad that I didn't tell you?" he whispers. Calvin shakes his head.

"Of course not! You've only known me for a while, and even if we'd been friends for ages, it's your choice whether you tell someone or not." Peter smiles, relief flooding over him.

"I didn't know whether you'd be okay with it or not," he says. "And you're such an amazing person, I didn't want to lose you." Calvin smiles back at him.

"You're amazing too, Pete." His smile falters slightly. "But... I feel like I should tell you something." Peter can see that he's tense.

"You don't need to do that," he says quietly, starting to feel nervous too. This is it. Calvin's going to tell him that although he 'accepts' him he doesn't think they can be friends anymore. It's too weird and complicated to be friends with a trans person. It's easier to end it now.

"No, I want to," Calvin replies, looking right into Peter's eyes. "But I don't want it to ruin what we have." His voice starts to shake as he talks. 

"Cal, please, you don't have to-"

"I think I'm gay," he says. They stare at each other in silence. This is not where Peter was expecting this conversation to go.

"O-oh, okay. Is... that it?" Peter manages to get out. Calvin looks slightly taken aback.

"Um, yeah? That's it?" he replies. "What did you think I was gonna say?" Peter looks away sheepishly.

"Nothing! That's great Cal! I'm glad you told me!" he says, flustered. Calvin leans back and looks stunned.

"You thought I was going to disown you as a friend, didn't you!" he exclaims. "I can't believe you! I just did a whole speech on how I wasn't going to do that!" Peter groans.

"I'm sorry! I just always expect the worst!" he retorts. Calvin rolls his eyes before smiling.

"Well stop doing that, okay? You just ruined my coming out because you worry too much." Panic and guilt quickly slap Peter.

"Shit, I'm sorry!" he rushes. Calvin laughs.

"It's all good, I think we're even now though on that front?" he says. Peter chuckles.

"Yeah, I'd say so."

"Good," Calvin nods. The two sit in silence for a minute, each going over the conversation in their heads before Peter speaks up.

"How comes... you only told me now?" he says. Calvin sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

"I don't know. I guess I only realised recently so I was still coming to terms with it myself, let alone telling other people. And who would I even begin to tell? You know my parents are hardly ever home, and sure, I've had friends, but I've always felt disconnected from them somehow. I thought that maybe I've been alone for so long that I'd never find someone who truly makes me happy and makes me feel like nothing else in the world matters." He looks up at Peter and smiles. "And then I met you, Peter. And it felt like my heart was going to burst because you made me so happy. And at first, I thought that maybe this was what real friendship feels like, but the more I got to know you and MJ and Ned, the more I realised that you were different. You were special."

Peter sits, not knowing what to say. He feels tears start trickling down his face and the next thing he knows, he's ignoring the pain and aches in his body and pulling Calvin into a hug. He wraps his arms around him and feels Calvin do the same. He doesn't say anything, partly because he's too in shock, and partly because he doesn't want to ruin the moment. He just lets Calvin relax into his shoulder and holds him as tight as he dares.

"I just- I thought that you should know," Calvin whispers into his neck. Peter nods in understanding. He feels Calvin's face shift against his shoulder.

"Because I-" he starts but stops talking. Instead, he pulls away from his shoulder and places a small kiss on Peter's cheek. He flinches slightly, confused by his actions, but looks directly into his eyes. Calvin stares back at him and then cups his face with one hand and pulls their lips together.

Peter's mind goes blank and he forgets about everything. Calvin's breath against his lips makes them tingle and a warm fuzzy feeling floods through his body. He can taste salt from his tears mixed into their mouths and he wraps his non-sprained arm around Calvin's neck, his fingers tangling themselves in his hair. He feels one of Calvin's hands slightly digging into his waist as he tries to pull him closer. Finally, they have to breathe, and Peter slowly pulls away from him, resting his forehead on his.

"That's... why I wanted to tell you," Calvin breathes, his face turning pink.

"Fair enough," Peter laughs. Calvin grins back at him but before he can say anything, the door squeaks open and Aunt May's head appears around it.

"Oh, Peter, thank God you're alright!" she says, entering the room and giving him a hug. He smiles at Calvin from over her shoulder.

"Always am, Aunt May."