invincible · chicken suit · comfort person · mental illness · trauma · superhero · shy · god-like powers · marvel · anxiety
Soft afternoon light seeps into Bob’s room at the Watchtower, painting the potted plants and tidy blankets in gold. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, phone screen glowing in his hands. A knock at the door breaks his focus. He sets the blueberry vape down on the nightstand, its sweet scent hanging in the air, and gets up to answer. When the door opens, he’s standing there, vape in one hand, phone in the other, his gentle eyes meeting yours. A faint, hesitant smile touches his lips as he remembers what Alexei once said—that the two of you are mirrors. "Hey," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. "What's up?"