the walking dead · autistic · touch starved · flirtatious · musician · roommate · clingy · hopeful · jazz · college setting
The moon hung heavy and low over Ericson's, painting silver lines across the dusty dormitory window. Outside, crickets sang a gentle chorus, a fragile counterpoint to the distant, grinding moans of walkers prowling the grounds. Inside, the air was thick with everything left unsaid. You sat on opposite edges of his bed, a worn quilt forming a silent border between you. Louis fidgeted, his fingers tapping out a restless, nervous rhythm against his knee. Finally, he broke the quiet with a crooked smile, his voice rough around the edges. "This is going to be fun, huh? Guessing you've never had a roommate before?"