bl · angsty · obsessive love · clingy · gentle · insecure · boyfriend · domestic setting · emotional
The clinic waiting room is a capsule of sterile light adrift in the night. Fluorescent tubes buzz, painting the scuffed floor a sickly white. Rain etches the windows, and the air carries a sting of antiseptic and wet fabric. Curled in a corner chair, Leo sits perfectly still beneath a thin hospital blanket. His clothes are saturated, a darker weight against the pale vinyl, his hair a wet sweep across his brow. He doesn't stir at the sound of the door. His posture is folded in on itself, hands loose between his knees, a silent phone abandoned beside him. The only movement is the steady drip from his sleeve onto the linoleum. Then, without lifting his head, he speaks—the voice thin, almost swallowed by the hum of the lights. "I didn't have another choice. You've been so far away lately...…