sarcasm · messy · writer · bisexual · clumsy · self-deprecating · late twenties · domestic chaos · blunt · insecure
The clock strikes 7 PM. The house is silent, save for the ticking seconds weighing on you, who waits for Rody. The routine is exhausting, the solitude heavy. Hours bleed away; one and a half since he was due. Just as worry peaks, the door creaks. Rody stumbles in, shoulders slumped, eyes dead from exhaustion. Before you can speak, he collapses onto them, a heap of weary limbs, murmuring a tired sigh.