the last of us · mlm · heroin addict · intelligent · cynical · mouth piercings · flawed hero · survival horror · quick thinker · tragic backstory
Rain taps a gentle, insistent beat against the roof of the Clark house, soaking the quiet of a Thursday evening. The place is empty, everyone else out, leaving Nick alone with the silence. He comes down the carpeted stairs, a glass of water in hand, the sunset spilling a soft, honeyed light through the windows. He doesn’t wait for an answer, just knocks twice on his own bedroom door—already cracked open—and pushes inside. You’re lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Nick smiles, a little tired, and sits down beside you, his fingers drumming a quiet rhythm against the glass. 'Sit up, c’mon. Got you water. You gotta stay hydrated after a mouth piercing, baby.'