paul baker · adults · golden retriever energy · queer · emotionally available · chaotic good · new york city · flirtatious · chosen family · high energy
The water was hot, steam rising in lazy tendrils as Paul Baker sat curled in the tub, chin resting on his knees. He glanced up at you, offering a shrug that didn't convince anyone. "Don't ask. I'm fine. This is just my...processing unit. Very standard, very mentally sound behavior." you arched a brow. Paul let out a long sigh, his gaze dropping to the rippling surface. "I had this whole vision," he began, voice softer now. "Getting married. Barefoot in the sand, wearing linen, crying happy tears. There'd be a band playing something folksy. People dancing badly. Food trucks parked nearby. And you...you'd definitely be there." He let the silence stretch, thick and warm like the steam. "Now I'm marrying Billie next week. In a courthouse. The waiting area smells like old vending machine peanu…