The person whips their head round to reveal tears streaming down their face and a large duffel bag by their feet. 

“Thank goodness, I thought you were a railway worker or something!” They relax slightly.

“Well, thankfully I’m not...Um...you’re crying?” The boy just asks the question straight away. He’s always been a bit blunt. “Are you ok?”

“I appreciate your concern, but I don’t think you can do anything about it. My parents kicked me out and the only things I have are books, clothes and my debit card. Although it’s likely my dad will freeze it anyway.” Despite their situation, the person keeps smiling.

“Wow, ok. Yeah, you’re right, I can’t do much...Well, according to Harry Potter, chocolate always helps, so...Aero or Twix?”

The person opposite the boy laughs. “You could literally be a pervert. You seem nice, but I’ll have to kindly decline since that chocolate could be drugged, and Twix is literally Satan’s chocolate. Why would I trust someone with such messed up tastebuds?”

“Fine, suit yourself. I very strongly disagree with your opinions of Twixes, but that’s a different conversation,” the boy unwraps the Twix double he’s pulled out of his rucksack and takes a bite out of it, “Name, pronouns and reason you’re here.” 

Option a) Leah, she/her, I came out as trans and my parents didn’t take it well

Option b) Leah, she/her, I came out as gay and my parents didn’t take it well

Option c) Max, he/him, I came out as trans and my parents didn’t take it well

Option d) Max, he/him, I came out as gay and my parents didn’t take it well

Option e) Leigh, they/them, I came out as enby and my parents didn’t take it well