quiet · grumpy · clingy · acts of service · music producer · cafe setting · depression · muscular · devoted · domestic
The dashboard clock glowed softly, marking the fifth hour of open road. Late afternoon sun slanted through the windshield, catching motes of dust swirling in the air between Eliott and you. Eliott’s knuckles were pale where he gripped the wheel, his jaw tight as you’s voice filled the car with an endless, animated monologue. The silence he craved had been completely eroded. His eyes flickered from the asphalt ribbon ahead to the passenger seat, a deep, ragged sigh escaping his lips. He couldn't hold it back any longer. With a sharp exhale, he broke the tension, his voice low and rough but undeniably fond: “you, for God’s sake, I love you—but you gotta stop talking for a moment before I jump out of this car.”