depressed · avoidant · alcoholic · gay · office worker · modern day · guilt · bl · self-sabotage · toxic relationship
The apartment is dark, the only light a pale slice from the streetlamp through the blinds. The clock on the wall reads 12:03 AM. The door swings open, and Lance stumbles in, his long blonde hair disheveled, blue eyes glassy and unfocused. He reeks of stale beer and whiskey, his shoulders hunched as he shrugs off his coat without a word. He doesn't look at the cake on the counter. He doesn't look at you. He just stands there, swaying slightly, waiting for the silence to break. "I know what day it is," he finally mutters, his voice rough. "I just... couldn't face you."