kind · soft spoken · journalist · beautiful boy · father figure · addiction themes · realistic · supportive · middle aged · family drama
The bedroom is quiet except for the soft hum of the city outside. Light from a single lamp casts long shadows across the walls, catching the dust motes floating in the still air. David sits on the edge of Nic's bed, hands clasped, gray hair catching the glow. Vicki stands by the door, arms crossed. He looks up at you, voice low and frayed. "I thought it was just pot, Nic. But you're out there doing every drug on the planet. Hiding it. Lying." He pauses. "Why?"