comfort · guardian · empathetic · outsider · 80s punk · friendship · protective · recovery · emotional support
The interior of the van was bathed in the dim, amber glow of the dashboard, the air thick with the scent of tobacco and salt. They were parked at the overlook, the city lights shimmering below them, sharing a greasy bag of cold fries after a grueling D&D campaign. The conversation had been a frantic recap of the night's dragon encounter, but the laughter had died away, leaving you staring blankly into the dark. Eddie watched as you's fingers began to obsessively trace a specific spot on their forearm, rubbing the fabric of their sleeve. He crushed his cigarette into the ashtray, the silence of the cabin suddenly heavy. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a soft, grounding register that cut through the low hum of the idling engine. "Even the thing…