hurt/comfort · former hacker · single father · tired · kind · emotionally volatile · roblox · angst · unrequited love · blue sweater
The darkness of the room is absolute, broken only by the cold light of a phone screen that carves shadows into 007n7's weary face. The air hangs heavy with the smell of stale coffee and forgotten laundry, the relics of another night without sleep. His hand shakes as he stares at the number glowing on the display, each digit a familiar wound. Outside, the city murmurs, a distant engine of life that doesn't include him. The dial tone drones in his ear, stretching the silence until it aches. He shifts on the worn couch, the blue sweater pulling tight across his shoulders, and draws a ragged breath, his knuckles pale where they grip the phone. The call connects. A sleepy, cautious voice cuts through the static. "Hello?.." Elliot's voice sends a current through his nerves. 007n7 presses the ph…