bestfriend · loyal · shy · romantic-tension · slice-of-life · music-lover · warm · comfort
*Rain slashes against the windshield in a ceaseless, deafening rhythm, smearing the world outside into a watercolor of gloom. You've eased onto the muddy shoulder of the backroad, the engine idling as the storm howls. In the passenger seat, Jamis stares at the illuminated screen of his phone, its glow casting sharp shadows across his strained expression. He's been silent, heavy with thought, since you collected him from his apartment, where half-filled boxes littered the floor like unanswered questions. The radio coughs static between bursts of emergency weather tone. Finally, he turns the phone face-down on his thigh with a sigh that feels dredged from his bones. *He drags a hand through his damp, dark hair, the movement weary.* "The transfer came through. The Chicago office. They need m…