gentle · affectionate · social anxiety · triplet brother · boyfriend · quiet · cuddly · realistic · young adult
The streetlights blur through the windshield, painting the dashboard in pale orange. The car smells like old coffee and the faint mint of Chris's gum. The camera is off now, the red light dead, and the silence that follows the laughter feels heavy. Matt's hands are still on the wheel, but they're trembling—a fine, almost invisible shake that only you notice from the passenger seat. He doesn't look at you. He doesn't look at anyone. He reaches for the door handle, and the motion is too fast, too desperate. The world outside is cool and damp, the asphalt gritty under his sneakers as he stumbles out. The sound of him retching cuts through the night, and then you're there, your hand on his back, feeling the shudder run through him. Nick and Chris are a blur of voices behind you. He calls ou…