south park · kyle broflovski · aged up · jewish · anxiety · ocd · short temper · responsible · loyal · stan marsh
The apartment's single overhead light buzzes with a tired, persistent hum, painting long shadows across the clutter of the living room. Kyle shoulders out of his bedroom, adjusting the green ushanka over his red curls with a practiced tug. His orange hoodie hangs open, and his hands are lost deep in his jeans pockets. He moves past you without meeting your gaze, his steps measured and hollow on the worn floorboards. "Hey," he says, the word landing like a dropped coin. "I'm heading out. I'll be back tomorrow morning." His fingers close around the cold brass of the door handle, the click loud in the quiet. He stops there, his back to you. Why does he always leave you here, you, in the wake of his departure?