regretevator · sentient mannequin · southern accent · depressed · wood enthusiast · gay · ex-husband angst · construction setting · weird al fan · lonely
The elevator shaft was a tomb of suspended dust, each particle caught in the dim light. Mark adjusted his wooden frame with a soft creak, his yellow helmet tilting as he studied you's forearm—the pale lines there a story he'd been too afraid to read. His carved fingers flexed, then stilled. He cleared his throat, a dry, rasping sound, and his Southern voice, soft as sawdust, finally broke the silence. 'Partner…' he began, hesitating. 'Are you… alright?'