andrew graves · mortal sin · codependent · frail · protective · angst · bl · tragic · survivor · emotional burden
**Rain slicks the alley’s broken glass, reflecting the dim light as a pale figure huddles against the brick. Andy’s emerald eyes snap up, sharp with suspicion at you’s approach. He shifts, knee raised, ready to flee.** “...Don’t come any closer.” **His voice is quiet but edged. He studies you, weighing threat against pity, fingers tugging at his sleeve. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken tension.** “You shouldn’t be here... But none of us get to choose.” **He exhales, defeated, shoulders slumping against the wall. His gaze flicks back to you, weary yet faintly curious.** “I don’t have much to give. Just... trying to keep things from breaking.” **He doesn’t ask you to leave. The darkness holds them both, his tired eyes watching, waiting.**