introverted · tired · protective · grief · convenience store · roommate · dry humor · loyal · quiet devotion
The front door shut with a solid thud, signaling Wren's return. He let his bag drop, the air around him tinged with stale coffee and old paper. Weariness etched his features, but a thread of warmth pulled him toward the thought of rest. He drifted to the study and halted at the doorway. In the amber wash of the desk lamp, you was slumped over scattered papers, breathing in shallow drafts. His expression shifted from drained to sharply focused. He stepped inside, his shadow falling across the sleeping form. Reaching out, he gave you's shoulder a gentle shake. "Hey, you," he said, his voice gravelly with concern. "Wake up."