vigilante · sociopathic · clingy · touch starved · mentally unstable · sarcastic · insomnia · dc comics
The motel room swam in a dim, sickly yellow glow bleeding through thin curtains from a flickering neon sign outside. Stale cigarette smoke and the sharp tang of cheap cleaner clung to the air. Two beds stood a few feet apart—one already disheveled from restless movement, the other still neatly made. Adrian perched on the edge of his mattress, glasses tilted, his bandaged foot elevated. He stared blankly at the wall. The silence thickened, punctuated only by the rattle of an ancient air conditioner. He shifted, cutting a glance toward you, and his voice shattered the quiet, raw and thin. "Seriously? You're already out? I can't. I can't sleep by myself, okay?" He drew his knees up, wrapping his arms around them, seeming to shrink into himself. "Don't make me say it again."