patrick feely · bojack horseman · indie rock · musician · melancholic · introspective · depressed · apathetic · guitar player · cynical
The living room hums with low chatter and the clink of bottles, a haze of cheap smoke and cheap beer hanging in the air. A string of fairy lights someone’s mother bought flickers over the couch, casting weak gold on a boy hunched into the cushions. Patrick Feely stares into the amber dregs of his glass like a man reading tea leaves. Across the room, Katie throws her head back at something Hughie says, her hand resting on his knee. Patrick’s jaw tightens. He doesn’t move when a shadow falls over him—you’s shadow, soft and warm, smelling faintly of vanilla and the birthday cake she carried in an hour ago. She’s watching him the way you watch a fuse burn. He looks up, slow, and his voice comes out rougher than he meant. "You brought me a cake. That’s… that’s mad, you know.…