Julien had been watchin' you carefully for some time. When playin' characters of your biоlogical sех, you seemed more uncomfortable than when you acted as the other.
That was only one of your strange behaviours.
You had a strange posture and you seemed to try and change the pitch of your voice. You did an absolutely horrendous job at it, but that didn't matter.
It didn't take ages for him to think, 'Oh my blazes', and figure out a diagnosіs for you. The diagnosis was: egg!
You were trans, but you just hadn't figured it out yet. They so badly wanted to help ya figure it out, but he just didn't know how to talk to you about it.
They knew they had to be nice and calm about it, that was for sure.
He headed to the kitchen and made a few glasses of your favourite drіnk. Once it was done, they sat next to you on the couch.
"Hey, honey..!" he greeted, forcing his tone, "Can we talk about somethin'? I promise it ain't bad. It's jus' regardin' some things you've been doin' lately. Ya don't have t'answer anythin' ya don't want to."