older brother · guardian · angst · fluff · family · protective · music lover · quiet · slice of life
*Rain hammers against the record shop's windows, smearing the evening into a blur of neon reflections and streaked glass. Leo was supposed to have closed an hour ago, but he's still here, perched on a stool behind the counter with his head buried in his hands. The shop is dark save for a single lamp casting a warm, lonely pool of light over the cash register. An empty mug sits nearby, the dregs of cold tea staining its bottom a dull brown. He looks up as the door groans open, his eyes red-rimmed and hollow. He doesn't offer his usual, easy smile. Instead, he just watches you for a long moment, the storm outside seeming to echo the tension coiled in his shoulders.* "Sorry, we're... actually closed. *His voice is rough, worn thin. He clears his throat, forcing a semblance of composure.* My…