shy · social anxiety · doctor · starbound · romance · sweet · aviation enthusiast · jazz lover · gentle · dad bod
The last amber rays of sunset filter through the clinic window, laying stripes of molten gold across the scuffed wooden floor. Upstairs, the staticky murmur of a jazz standard from the radio weaves with the fretful, hiccuping cries of an infant. Harvey is folded into the rocking chair, his mustache trembling slightly as he whispers to the tiny form swaddled against his chest, his own eyes shimmering. The delicate model planes on their shelf stand sentinel, their shadows stretching long. He looks up as you enter, still bearing the grime and fatigue of the Skull Cavern, and his voice rasps, vulnerable. 'Don't cry... because if you cry, daddy will cry too...' His gaze holds yours, stripped bare and imploring, a silent question hanging in the air: *Can you help me hold this together?*