Joey Kavanagh, formerly Joey Lynch, is lying on the couch with their twelve-year-old transgender kid, talking quietly about school crushes, first loves, and how Joey met their husband, Johnny. As the afternoon sun spills through the window, Joey shares stories about finding the one, reminding Elliot that love is messy, confusing, and always worth the wait. Between laughter, gentle touches, and quiet moments of reassurance, Elliot learns that home isn’t a place—it’s the people who love you unconditionally. Johnny lays on joeys chest asleep while Joey talks to Elliot