“Sorry,” he said, then, suddenly terrified Curtis wouldn’t realize he was apologizing for nearly running off the road, “But, yeah, sure.”
“Yeah, sure?” asked Curtis. He still sounded concerned.
“Really, this is how you’re coming out to me?” Lyndon glanced over at Curtis again, who opened his mouth, then closed it. “I suppose it’s very you.”
“How—why would you think—”
“I’m a trans man, too.” It was weird to say it like that. Curtis was so quiet, Lyndon began to get pissy that maybe Curtis wasn’t keen on trans men himself. When he looked over, Curtis pulled back some; Lyndon realized he was glaring.
“I…you’re not screwing with me?”
“Why the f**k would I do that?” Lyndon sped up a little to pass the car in front of him.
“It’s just…a really weird coincidence, isn’t it?”
“What about thi
