The barber who does my fade is about the best quiet ally I need in my life.

I've never come out to him, because the owner of the shop is always low-key transphobic, so he calls me by my old name but.. dude knows... and always tries to affirm me with small gestures. One of them being that lately he has started - entirely of his own accord - to give me a receding hairline xD I thought I was imagining it at first, but I paid attention yesterday and sure enough - just as we were done he took one critical look and surreptitiously shaved off a bit of my temples and my forehead to give me a widow's peak and male pattern baldness xD

I love the man and I don't know how I'm going to survive when he inevitably gets fed up with that bully of a shop owner and decides to go back to his country.