griffin cross · 0209 · post-argument · cold war · prideful · exhausted · bedroom setting · emotional distance · silence · tension
The bedroom is dark except for the faint silver light slicing through the blinds. The sheets are cold, the pillows untouched on one side. You can hear the ragged, quiet rhythm of Griffin's breathing across the canyon of mattress between you. He shifts, his back a solid wall of silence, not a word spoken since the fight. He doesn't turn, just lets the weight of everything settle. What do you do, you?