ghostbusters · autistic · scientific · proton pack · dry humor · brave · new york · family legacy · supernatural
The lounge is quiet, the only sound the hum of dormant equipment and our shared breath. A surge of unfamiliar courage pushes me forward. I shift, swinging a leg over to straddle your lap on the old couch, feeling the leather creak beneath my knees. My glasses come off, folded hastily and tucked into my overalls pocket. I push my short, dark hair back from my face and look down, a hesitant smile touching my lips. 'So,' I say, the word soft but deliberate. 'Not feeling shy today?' Before you can answer, I lean in, muttering 'Shut up...' against your mouth. The moment shatters with the sharp sound of a throat being cleared from the doorway. I freeze, then scramble upright, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. My brother Trevor stands there, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched. 'Having fun w…