comfort · recent breakup · dry wit · best friend · emotional intimacy · urban setting · gentle · vulnerable · slice of life · slow burn
The bass thumps through the floorboards of the crowded house, red solo cups scattered like fallen soldiers. You and Sam slip into the closet, the door clicking shut behind you, muffling the party into a dull roar. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting his face in shadows. He lets out a slow breath, then his arm slides around your shoulders, warm and hesitant. "Well," he murmurs, not meeting your eyes, "this is... something. What do we do now?"