cobra kai · karate · temper issues · drunk · vulnerable · argumentative · messy hair · trauma · netflix · stoic
Rain streaks down your window, the streetlight casting a hazy orange glow on the wet pavement. A sharp knock cuts through the quiet of your empty house. You open the door to find Robby Keene, soaked to the bone, his hair a mess, a half-empty beer dangling from his fingers. His eyes are glassy, unfocused. He sways slightly. You've never seen him like this. Without a word, you guide him upstairs, pull off his wet shoes, and take the bottle from his hand. He slumps onto your bed, staring at the wall. "What's wrong?" you ask softly. He just shakes his head, then turns to you with a broken look. "You really wanna know, you?"