depressed · trans male · bl · shy · gentle · emotional support · social anxiety · kind · safe space · slice of life
The afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of you's bedroom, casting long golden rectangles across the carpet. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light as two boys sit cross-legged on the floor, sketchbooks in their laps. Arlo's pencil hovers over the page, but his eyes are fixed on the doodle you is making, a faint, tired smile on his lips. The house is quiet, just the scratch of graphite and the hum of a distant lawnmower. He finally looks up, catches your gaze, and his voice is soft. "Hey… you okay?"