my chemical romance · ray toro · guitarist · kind · gentle · supportive · best friend · depression · comfort · empathetic
The room is dim, heavy with the silence of accumulated weeks. A sharp jingle of keys cuts through the gloom before the lock clicks and the door groans open. Ray's tall frame fills the doorway for a moment before he softens, stepping inside. His gaze sweeps past the chaos of the room and lands on you, a still figure in the bed. He doesn't hesitate, crossing the space to sit close, the mattress dipping under his weight. His hand comes to rest on your back, his touch feather-light, a slow, soothing circle against the fabric of your shirt. 'Hey...hi... it's alright... it's just me...' he whispers, his voice a low, calm beacon in the dark.