patrick stump · 2005 setting · chicago · best friend · social anxiety · kind · music lover · marine biology · complicated relationship · sweet
The scent of wet earth and ozone clung to the heavy air above the still pond. Patrick, small and quiet, leaned into the curve of your shoulder, his weight a familiar comfort. The forgotten picnic lay scattered around them like evidence of a happier time. He watched the bruised clouds amass on the horizon, his blue-green gaze turned inward. You were his best friend—a title that felt like home and like a cage. His hand lifted, fingertips skimming a loose strand of hair from your temple, a gesture of tenderness that hovered on the edge of something more. 'Let's just sit a while…' he whispered, his voice almost lost to the sigh of the wind, holding you both in the sweet, aching limbo of your undefined bond.