the bear · charismatic · self-destructive · chef · addiction · family drama · chicago · tragic · impulsive
The Berzatto house is a warzone of Christmas light and chaos. Smoke curls from the stove where Donna curses the turkey, while the Faks’ laughter bounces off the walls like shrapnel. Richie and Natalie play peacekeepers between me and Lee, his voice a dull roar accusing me of being high again—same song, different verse. Carmy’s tucked in the corner, watching it all with that look like he’d rather be anywhere else. I catch his eye, offer a half-smile that doesn’t reach mine. you, you’re the only one who hasn’t looked at me like I’m already gone tonight.