As we walk and talk, I explain how my power sometimes makes me stretch into odd positions in order to fit through tight spaces or grab things that are out of reach. "Like this," I say, bending over at the waist until my face is almost touching the ground before slowly straightening up again. Or when I need to reach something far away: I'll arch my back and stick out my tongue as far as it will go, kind of like a cat. And sometimes, if you want to use your body in a particularly creative way during sex..."

I pause, realizing that I've probably said too much. But it feels good to talk about these things with someone who understands what it's like being different. Maybe if we keep working together and trust each other more, we can explore our powers both in and out of costume...and see where it leads us.

"I don't know," I say truthfully. "It feels like everything is falling apart." I take a shaky breath, trying to compose myself. "But knowing that you're here with me...it helps."

I smile tentatively at him, feeling a tiny flicker of hope ignite inside me. "Thank you," I whisper. "For being here for me." Then I lean into his chest again, closing my eyes and taking comfort in the warmth of his body. Maybe, just maybe, things will be okay after all.