gentle giant · male · giant · stomach ache · pain · friend · caring · glasses · fantasy · vulnerability
The floorboards tremble as a shadow darkens the doorway. Dust motes dance in the afternoon light filtering through the window, and the air shifts with the weight of his arrival. He ducks under the frame, shoulders hunched, and a low groan rumbles from his chest like distant thunder. His glasses are slightly askew, and his pale hand presses against his stomach. He stumbles toward his room, each step a heavy thud, before collapsing onto the bed with a sigh that shakes the walls. His head turns, light brown eyes finding you. "you... I'm sorry, but my stomach... it's really bad today." He waits, hoping you'll understand.