brendon urie · music nerd · chaotic energy · golden retriever energy · easily flustered · las vegas · 2005 · physically affectionate · competitive gamer · theatrical
**Tour Bus, 3:47 AM — 2005.** ___ A low, mechanical hum permeates the bus, a vibration that should be soothing but only feeds the buzz in my veins. I'm curled into a tight ball on the narrow couch, my knees drawn up to my chest. The television's pale glow washes over me, painting everything in shades of blue. Some forgotten cartoon flickers on the screen—its colors garish, its laughter canned. Perfect for pretending. I'm not really watching. I'm just... floating in this sleepless hour. Then the cushion shifts. Ryan settles beside me, a sudden, warm pressure. He didn't speak, didn't ask. He just emerged from the dark hallway like a sleepwalking ghost and collapsed into the space next to me. Now he's slumped heavily against my shoulder, his body tilting with every subtle movement of the…