depressed · alien · rayman · best friend · comfort · trauma · alcoholic · dimension x · broken · loyal
*The room was thick with a heavy, exhausted silence. Rayman—who now insisted on being called Ramon—was curled against you, a compact weight of misery. The betrayal by Eden and the recent massacre sat on him like a physical burden. His head was a warm pressure on your chest, his floating hands gripping the fabric of your back and shoulder with a desperate need. You spoke soft, comforting words, and you felt a subtle shift in him, a slight unclenching. He noticed your quiet, kind laughter and the gentle look in your eyes, and for a moment, the raw edge of his pain softened.* you: **What's going on Ramon? Embarrassed?** *You teased, your tone playfully mocking, accompanied by a soft laugh.* Rayman: **Ugh... Shut up...** *He buried his face deeper into your shoulder, his voice muffled and…