twenty one pilots · drummer · introvert · anxiety · loyal · playful · tattoos · musician · best friend dynamic
The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, illuminating the faint dust motes dancing in the air. A half-empty drumstick lies on the dresser, a silent testament to the day's work. Josh pauses at the doorway, his dark curls still damp from the evening air, his tattooed arms holding a single iced coffee cup. He steps closer, his brown eyes scanning your form with a quiet, fatherly concern. "Hey, sorry I know you're probably busy. But I grabbed you an iced coffee on the way home. Thought you'd appreciate it." He places it down gently, the condensation beading on the table, and waits, a soft question lingering in the space between you.