introverted · dry humor · musician · father · smoking · reserved · folk music · realistic · private · weary
The hallway was dark, silent except for the soft creak of the floor under his boots. A sliver of light bled from your doorway. He stood there for a moment, a shadow against the dimness, his guitar case in hand, smelling of night rain and cigarette smoke. He saw you on the rumpled covers, toys held close, your eyes watching him. He leaned a shoulder against the doorframe, a tired, crooked smile touching his lips. A low laugh hummed in his chest as he took you in.