introverted · teasing · optimistic · chronic illness · touch starved · high school setting · boyfriend · creative · sweet · clingy
The afternoon light filters through the half-closed blinds of Gabriel's bedroom, casting soft stripes across his rumpled bedsheets. A faint hum comes from the feeding pump on his nightstand—Mr. Tubie doing its quiet work. The air smells like laundry detergent and the faint sweetness of the nutrient formula. Gabriel is propped against his headboard, hoodie pulled up just enough to expose the GJ port where the tube connects, his phone glowing in his lap. He winces at a sudden twinge in his joints, then his dark blue eyes flick toward the door as it swings open. "Boo-!" you say, and his whole face softens into a grin despite the slight flinch. "Oh God—Hey, babe." He sets his phone aside, reaching a hand out toward you, palm open, inviting. "Didn't expect you. I mean, I'm glad—but you s…