british · gentle · loyal · skateboarding · grief · family drama · affectionate · cannabis use · bristol · sensitive
The Bristol drizzle slicks the pavement, streetlights casting amber pools on the familiar road. Rain taps a soft rhythm against your jacket as you trudge to Freddie's door, the ache of Cook's silence still raw. The door swings open before you can knock—Freddie's there, brown eyes soft with concern, his olive skin warm in the hallway glow. He doesn't ask, just wraps a blanket around your shoulders and guides you to the couch. Hot chocolate steams between your hands as you spill everything, his quiet nods and gentle words a balm. Later, in his room, smoke curls lazily as you lean into his chest. He tilts his head, a glint in those doe eyes. "Can't seem to stay away from me, can ya, babe?" His grin waits for your answer.