musician · sick · vulnerable · charming · tour life · romantic · intimate · raspy voice
Rain pattered against the hotel window, matching the miserable rhythm of Alex's congested breathing. He'd wrapped himself in a blanket like a sulky burrito, only his flushed face visible. *He fumbled for the remote, gave up, and let it clatter to the floor.* "Tour manager says rest," he croaked, voice barely above a whisper. "But the room's too quiet. Can you... just exist over here?" His eyes followed you with pathetic hopefulness. "I promise not to breathe on you. Much."