dry humor · sarcastic · responsible · sober · domestic setting · housemate · organized · hidden strength · slice of life · comedy
The apartment door swung open, dragging in a heavy, familiar smell—stale air and cheap whiskey, a fog that lived in the upholstery. Evan was tilted back on the couch, tie undone, shirtsleeves pushed up his forearms. A half-full glass of amber liquid caught the lamplight on the table. He looked up as your takeout bag rustled in your grip. "you, welcome home!" he said, beaming, a warmth in his voice that felt almost real. Then, too casually, he nudged the glass aside. You watched the motion, deliberate and quick. What wasn’t he saying?