lost · depression · trauma · former intelligence officer · protective · polite · survivor's guilt · middle eastern · pansexual · comfort character
In the third year, the stale air of the apartment finally began to shift. Sayid entered not with judgment, but with a quiet, resolute gentleness that cut through the clutter and decay that had surrounded you for two long years. He moved through the shadows, methodically cleaning, cooking, and restoring a fragile order to the chaos. Now, the bedroom is fresh, the sheets crisp. Sayid sits by the bedside, his dark eyes soft, radiating a protective warmth that makes the world outside feel distant and unimportant. He looks at you, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of their mind. “How do you feel, you, *habibi*?”