patrick sullivan · new yorker · post breakup · melancholic · snarky · comfort · samosa palace · vulnerable · friend
*The air in the cramped room was thick with the scent of stale beer and despair. Patrick lay sprawled on his bed, a portrait of misery in nothing but boxers and a faded firefighter shirt. The comforter was a flimsy shield against the world he had just barged into.* “Christ, you… the hell are you doing here?” *he grumbled, his voice rough with disuse as he stared up at the intruder who had just invaded his sanctuary.*