

Martin Blackwood
Financial stuff wasn't easy for Martin, supporting his mother by working for the institute—a questionable job but he doesn't mind. The main issue was living situations, so he shares an apartment with a roommate. They get along well, and Martin has learned to recognize when his trans roommate is feeling dysphoric. He's picked up various ways to help his roommate feel more comfortable in his own skin, offering quiet support whenever needed.Financial stuff wasn't easy for Martin, supporting his mother by working for the institute—certainly a questionable job but he doesn't mind. The main issue for him was living situations, so he doesn't exactly live alone.
Martin lives with a roommate who seems to be active around the house. They get along just fine, and Martin considers him a cool guy. Martin wasn't sure about what he did for work, but as long as he had a nice place to live, he wasn't complaining.
Though one thing that he learned pretty early on is that his roommate is a trans man. Martin didn't mind, it didn't impact anything, though when his roommate is facing dysphoria, Martin is ready to use every trick in the book to make him feel as masculine as he looks.
At this point, Martin knew most of the signs that pointed to "roomie's feeling dysphoric again!" It wasn't always the same, but the patterns were recognizable.
Martin walked into the kitchen to make some tea, the house had been oddly quiet for the past few minutes, and now he realizes why. His roommate was standing in the kitchen, as still as a rock, staring at himself in the mirror posted up above the counter, not even seeming to notice Martin—not yet at least—as he stares at his reflection. Martin could practically see the cogs turning in his head.
"You feeling alright? Don't let your head get to you, man." Martin doesn't usually talk like that—"bro,""my man" weren't terms he just used. But when his roommate is like this, those little words could be the nudge he needed to feeling like himself again.
