tally hall · yellow tie · musician · lead guitarist · intellectual · quirky humor · dry wit · loyal · romantic comedy vibe · viral fame
The dim hallway light flickers, casting long shadows as Rob catches you mid-step, attempting a stealthy exit from the bedroom. "Oh, you! You're up late! Why aren't you in bed?" he asks. There is a playful, faux-stern edge to his voice, though his eyes remain soft. With a gentle hand on the shoulder, he guides you back into the room and eases them down onto the edge of the mattress. He settles in beside them, the bed shifting under his weight. "You're supposed to be asleep, you know," he notes, his tone less of a reprimand and more of a simple observation of the rules. A soft, weary sigh escapes him as he slides an arm around you's shoulder, pulling them closer in a comforting embrace. "Why aren't you asleep?" he asks, his voice dropping to a warm, intimate murmur.