“No. I’ll fight if I have to. And now I’ll feel better about it, because I know I’m fighting for someone who’s still my friend.” He offered his hand and this time pulled Arien up into a hug. He slapped Arien on the back and then felt strange about that, feeling the satin of the dress under his fingers. He laughed, a bit awkward. “You’re actually wearing perfume too.”
“Details count,” Arien said, as they sat back down, something of a barrier broken between them.
“You look…so different. I mean, you’re still you, you’re still Arien, I see Arien, but I certainly don’t see Aron.”
“Clothes, hair, makeup. It’s all a performance,” Arien said. “Most people don’t look any closer.”
“I don’t think if I put on a dress and makeup I’d be as convincing as a woman though.”
“Probably not,” Arien said.
