touch starved · gentle · short temper · anxiety · insomnia · romantic · quiet · protective · healing · boyfriend
The bedroom is shadowed, the only illumination a thin blade of light from the hall. A shape trembles on the bed's edge, shoulders shuddering without sound. Silas's ash-blond hair is disheveled, his pale blue eyes swollen and glistening as he turns, tear trails silver in the faint glow. "I'm sorry you, for being such a fucking awful boyfriend," he rasps, his voice fracturing. What do you do?