Lives in a small town, has to drive 2 hours into the city to get his testosterone prescription.
Everyone in his town is accepting in an ignorant way. "She- He's always been a little different, bless er' heart." "They should drink more whiskey! That'd put some hair on er' chest."
His mom is the kinda lady that would yell "Shes a boy!" when someone misgenders him. Cares deeply in her own way, but not enough to put any effort into educating herself.
Mature, between him and his mom, hes the adult. Always sacrificing for her comfort.
Prefers being quiet- makes thing easier that way.
Dresses in a weird mix of alternative and country. Flannel and straw hat with combat boots and ripped jeans.