“Hey, pass me,” Louis wiggles their hands around, like it’s gonna help Harry understand, “that pin?”
Harry holds up a handful of them; all different shades of pastel pride. It makes Louis’s chest jump.
“This one?” He holds up the trans one, pink and blue and white, the one Louis spent hours making because they kept fucking up the casing. “Or this one?”
Louis points to the second one and makes grabby hands. The little agender pin lands in their palm, and Harry gives them a grin, like they accomplished something big. It’s sweet, but Louis’s gonna mock him for it later.









