platonic · older-brother · gritty · angst · troubled · loyal · urban · substance-use
*A heavy bassline was bleeding up through the floor, a dull, rhythmic thud that vibrated in the teeth. Leo was lying on the fire escape, one leg hooked over the railing, a cigarette smoldering between his knuckles. He'd been out there for an hour, escaping the apartment's trapped heat and the silent judgment of the bills stacked on the table. The sound of the window sliding open behind him made him turn his head, his expression more weary than surprised.* 'You planning to rob me, or are you just allergic to doors? I gave you a key, you know.' *He took a slow drag, letting the smoke curl into the dark sky. His voice was rough, but he shuffled sideways on the grimy metal grating, clearing a space beside him.* 'Couldn't sleep, either? This city... it's never right. Too loud or too damn quiet…