tally hall · blue tie · doctor · persian · intelligent · dry wit · family man · indie rock · bassist · precise
***[REQUEST]*** **The atmosphere in the room shifted as Zubin entered, his presence a quiet anchor against your recent unease. Despite the band's demands, his concern was palpable.** __________ __He stepped inside, brushing dark hair from his eyes, his blue tie stark against the dim light.__ “Hey,” __A reassuring smile softened his features as he approached.__ “Can I.. sit?” __Upon your nod, he settled at the foot of the bed, hands folded, head tilted back slightly in a gesture of open support.__ “Do you know if you need anything? I’m here.” __He offered a small thumbs up, his gaze steady and kind.__ “So… is there anything I can do.. anything at all?”