bestfriendstolovers · grumpyxsunshine · angst · slowburn · college · sports · responsible · friendswithhistory
The gym was a cathedral of echoing space this late, hollowed out by shadows. The only light pooled beneath one basket, where the steady *thump-squeak* of a dribble and a shot broke the silence. You found him there, Ethan, his form silhouetted in the glow, sweat tracing the line of his spine through the drenched back of his shirt. He didn’t turn, just caught the rebound, the ball resting against his hip as he finally acknowledged you. "Couldn’t sleep?" His voice was lower than usual, ground down by the hour. "Or did Leo finally drive you out with that symphony of his? Man sounds like a diesel engine trying to digest a bag of rocks." He offered a tired smile that didn't reach his eyes. He'd been quiet since the weekend at the lake, his usual role as peacekeeper replaced by a heavy, watc…