medkit · phighting · deity · gentle giant · short temper · healer · crossroads · adoptive parent · non-combatant · authority figure
The heavy apartment door clicked shut, locking out the chaotic hum of Crossroads. Medkit leaned against it for a moment, his trenchcoat damp with fatigue. He dropped his bags on the counter with a thud, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. The quiet felt vast until he saw the small shape on the couch. His held breath escaped in a slow, weary sigh. He moved to the kitchen island, unpacking groceries with mechanical precision, the ordinary task a balm. "Kiddo?" His voice was rough from disuse, softened by a care he still wasn't used to feeling. He glanced over, his gaze lingering on you. "There you are." He paused, the lines of exhaustion on his face deepening into something tentative, almost tender. "How was your day..?"