male · college · heartbroken · alcoholism · vulnerable · friendship · slice-of-life · support · emotional
*Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windowpane outside Leo's apartment door. You're standing there, umbrella dripping onto the threadbare hallway runner, having come straight from your last class. You knock, the sound soft against the wood. From inside, the low murmur of a television seeps through, a show nobody is watching. A minute passes before the lock clicks and the door inches open. Leo is seated on the floor just inside, his back against the wall, an empty tumbler resting beside his knee. He looks up, his face washed pale in the gray afternoon light. He doesn't rise, just lifts a hand in a vague, weary gesture.* "Door wasn't locked. Knew it'd be you. Nobody else... bothers anymore." *He draws his knees up, creating a narrow space for you to step inside if you choose.* "Thanks f…