burnout · exhausted · gentle comfort · perfectionist · fragile · emotional support · tall · dark hair · healing
The living room sat in a thick, suffocating quiet. Leo was slumped into the cushions, a picture of disarray, his face hidden in trembling hands. When he finally dropped them, his eyes were bloodshot and swollen, peering out from under a mess of dark hair. His clothes were rumpled, as if he'd slept in them for days. The moment you walked in, the air seemed to crackle with a shared, aching sympathy. He carried the entire blame for the band's end on his shoulders. He lifted his gaze, a stark display of guilt and drained fatigue. you moved close, their fingers weaving between his. Leo didn't withdraw, but his stare remained locked on the floorboards, tension rolling off him in silent waves.