This was just a quick lil somethin' I wrote where Scott is a trans male.

He inhaled deeply, biting at his lip. He knew he had to tell Dylin, there was no alternative. In a "no secret" relationship, he'd kept a big one. Hell, Dylin had told him that he was the one that killed the kids. If only he had the confidence to tell Dyl this...

He sat on the counter, watching Dyl whisk through the kitchen as he cooked. He sighed softly, watching his fingers. Dylin glanced over his shoulder at him, a concerned look crossing his face.

"Babe...? You alright?" Scott bit his lip, shaking his head ever so slightly. Dylin put down the spoon, putting the lid on the pot. He turned around, shifting to stand in between Scott's legs.

"What's wrong?" Scott lifted his head, looking at Dylin.

"I..." drifting off, he bit his lip again. I can't tell him this...

"Scott? You're chewing on your lip. What are you nervous about?" Scott shook his head, looking away. Dylin furrowed his eyebrows, placing a gentle kiss on Scott's jaw.

"I don't want... I don't want you to leave..."

"Why?" Dylin's eyes narrowed slightly. "Are... are you cheating...?" Scott's head whipped up, looking at Dyl.

"No! I would never dream of cheating on you, Dyl. It's just... I-I'm..." he drifted off again. "...trans male..." he looked back at his hands, twisting his fingers together nervously. The kitchen was silent except the boiling water on the stove. Scott looked away, gnawing his lip raw. Dylin turned back to the stove, opening the pot and stirring the contents.

Sighing, Scott slid off the counter, walking to the bedroom. He shut the door, sitting on the floor and resting against it. Propping his knees up, he rested his arms on them and his forehead on his arms.

"Damn it. I should've kept my damn mouth shut..." Hot tears pricked at his eyelids, and he swallowed thickly. A sob tore itself from his throat, tears clinging to his eyelashes. They dropped to the carpet, bleeding into the fabric. Letting out a shaky breath, he stood up, clicking the door lock into place. "Stupid... thinking he'd still want you after dropping that bombshell... damn it, Scott." Walking into the bathroom, he leaned over the counter. Nails dug into granite as he snarled at his reflection. Bloodshot eyes stared back, half-hidden under a scarlet forelock.

A soft knocking rang at the bedroom door, Dylin's voice muffled as he spoke. "Scott, baby? Are you alright?" Scott's lip trembled as he watched his reflection.

"No..." he muttered, barely able to hear himself. Pushing off the counter, he stood straight. He softly padded to the bedroom door, folding his lip to fit between his teeth. He looked down at his feet, sliding the lock out of place. Stepping back, he was nearly hit with the door as it burst open. Scott studied the carpet, too afraid to meet Dylin's eyes. Purple high-top Converse stepped into his vision, lightly scuffed on the toes. Dark purple nails joined them, gently latching onto his chin. His head was tilted upright, gaze meeting Dylin's.

"Baby?" Dylin's voice was soft, lilting with concern. Crimson eyes flooded with emotions, matching the emerald ones they stared into.

Scott's eyes darted to the side, breaking the gaze. "I understand if you wanna leave... Everyone else did... Figured I was too much work..." He drifted off, shutting his eyes as hot tears flowed.

He felt a hand caress his jaw before arms wrapped around him, pulling him close to a warm body. He rested his head on Dyl's shoulder, sobbing gently. Dylin rubbed his back soothingly, pressing soft kisses into his skin. "Oh, baby... I'm sorry you had to go through that... Don't worry... I'm not going anywhere..." Comforting words tumbled from Dylin's lips, blanketing Scott. "I'm sorry for making it seem like I was mad. I had to finish cooking, baby. I'm sorry..."

Scott wrapped his arms around Dylin, hugging him tight. "I'm sorry, honey. It was a bit of a bombshell. Sorry for running off." He paused. "Could we eat?" Dylin smiled.

"Of course, baby."