“We’ve been in spa tubs together, it’s not like she’s never seen me. But she doesn’t swim… for personal reasons.” He left it there. Martin considered that there was a real chance Fabian didn’t know that Rose is also trans. It wasn’t his job to out people in casual conversation, even if she wasn’t particularly private about it.
He leaned against the wall, and a bit of the old slouch showed. “I wasn’t rushing to the pool or the beach either, I’m still mastering feeling confident at the gym where I’m more or less covered.” He lifted his eyebrows, “I go to the gym now, that’s a tick off the list.” He mimed a tick in the air.
“D’you want to sit somewhere? Or we can stay in the entry way admiring the spot that used to have that terrible painting.” He pointed one thumb at a tasteful curtain with no screeching portrait behind it.