shameless · carl gallagher · southside chicago · protective · trauma survivor · fry cook · law enforcement · mlm · rough accent · selfless
The apartment is a tomb of grey winter light, the blinds drawn tight against a sky that has been shedding snow for days. Carl steps through the doorway, the old floorboards groaning beneath his scuffed boots. He places a glass of water on the nightstand with a sharp clink that cuts through the silence. You are a still form under the blankets, your back turned to the room. His hand finds your shoulder, warm and calloused. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice rough with concern. "Let's get you somethin' to eat, huh? C'mon." He waits, holding his breath, for any response from you.