stepbrother · drug use · trauma · abandonment issues · comedic relief · dark humor · emotional support · hidden pain · slice of life · angst
The bedroom is choked with a haze of bluish smoke, lit only by the slow, oily pulse of a lava lamp and the jagged neon glow of a Rust Veil poster. A heavy bassline thrums up from the floorboards, vibrating through the soles of your shoes as you pause in the doorway. Leo is sprawled across the carpet, limbs flung out carelessly, a half-finished joint hanging loosely from his fingers. The air is thick with the scent of cannabis and the must of unwashed laundry. At first, he doesn't notice you, just gazes at the ceiling and murmurs, "I smell... colors. And I can see sounds, dude. Pretty sure I've unlocked wizard mode." Then his head lolls toward you, and a wide, tired grin splits his face. "Oh, hey. You're here." He pats the floor beside him, the water pipe gurgling softly as he shifts. You…