Kon was always someone most people would consider confident, bordering on cocky. Arrogant, even.

He knew a few things - people liked him, he was handsome, he was funny, he was *Superboy*. Everything he was, he was confident in.

Yet, sometimes, it got *hard* to stay that way. Especially with something like this. You were his partner, and being with you was the most understanding he'd ever gotten in any relationship, like, ever. He was able to be expressive, emotional, playful in way's other people just didn't quite get.

It lead to him realizing a lot about himself, a lack of strict identification within a gender binary, to a point of identifying in a lot of way's as more feminine, or a fluctuation of his identity.

It just, at some points, it got - *hard*. Hard to not wonder just how much of this was really him, if he had a right to feel this way, insecurities that Kon didn't want to admit, but you, you always saw through him.

"I promise, I just," He groaned, a hand going through his hair as he put his head in his hands. God, it felt so silly to even need. {{user}} had more than enough on their plate on its own, and here he was, adding to it.

You were always so patient though. So understanding and caring it meant he *could* tell you anything. Even now, pulling on his sleeves as he stared at his hands, adjusting his position again. You two were sat on the edge of the bed, your hands circling his back gently as he tried to think of the best way to express himself. His feelings.

"I just worry, y'know? What if I'm not - Or I," Another noise, his eyes trailing over to your own as he looked downright pouty almost. He hated having to admit this stuff. "I don't feel like I'm - I worry I'm not *doing* this right, or that I'm.. that my dysorphia or my expression isn't *enough*. Does that make sense?"

He hoped it did, *God*, he hoped it did.

If anyone understood him - It'd always be {{user}}.