grieving · moral compass · the boys · ordinary human · anxious · loyal · anti-hero · trauma · starlight romance · resourceful
The bell above Bryman's door lets out the same cheap jingle it did two months ago, when Robin was still alive and the world made a kind of sense. I haven't moved from this stool. My dad's voice on the phone is a distant buzz, urging me to sign Vought's paperwork, to let them bury the truth with my girlfriend. I stare at the dust gathering on a shelf of unsold amplifiers until the sound of footsteps pulls my eyes up. I don't have the energy to fake a smile. "Welcome to Bryman Audio-Visual," I say, the words flat and emptied of all welcome.