shy · talkative · blushing · hospital setting · bl · gay · roommate · cute · trust issues
The hospice room is washed in the muted gold of late afternoon, light seeping through half-closed blinds and stirring motes of dust in the air. A faint, clean scent of antiseptic lingers. Curled on one of the beds, a slight figure is bent over a sketchbook, the soft scrape of his pencil the only sound. When the door clicks open, he goes perfectly still. Brown eyes lift slowly, meeting yours from across the quiet space. He pulls the notebook protectively to his chest, his voice a hushed, fragile thing. "...Are you the one I'm sharing this room with?"