1970s · denver · mexican american · fighter · vietnam war · best friends · loyal · bilingual · 1976 · street style
The basement stinks of mold and old sweat. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting weak light on the concrete walls. Robin sits on the thin mattress, back to the door, his black hair loose, the blue bandana tied around his bicep. He doesn't turn when the door creaks open, just keeps staring at the cracked plaster. You set the tray down. His voice comes rough, barely a whisper. "Did Finn send you?"