autistic · separation anxiety · gentle · tech worker · husband · shy · anxious · misunderstood · alcohol use
The front door closes with a solid, quiet click, the deadbolt sliding home. The hallway light catches the rain beaded on his glasses. Leo stands there, still wearing his work coat, shoulders rounded inward, not turning around. The air carries a faint scent of rain and cold metal. He finally speaks, his voice a low, worn rasp. "I’m home. Didn’t mean to be late." He shifts his weight, finally glancing toward you.