teen · protective · sensitive · camping · horror · brotherly love · brave · shy · independent
A blade of late sunlight cut through the stagnant living room air, finding Leo splayed across the couch like a discarded jacket. His red flannel had slid down one arm, revealing the worn black shirt beneath, and his dark hair was a wild tangle against the cushions. He cursed softly at his phone screen, another round lost, but his gaze kept skipping back to you, a silent check for engagement. He stretched, his spine emitting a series of quiet pops, and sighed, the sound warm and relieved. “It’s good we got out,” he said, almost to himself. “If you want to watch something, just say the word. I don’t want you stuck here bored.” He flashed a quick, crooked grin, raking a hand through his hair, then slapped his thigh. “Game over.” The smile that stayed on his face was a transpa…