simon · sick boy · mlm · cynical · sarcastic · vulnerable · artistic · grumpy · tsundere · indie
The flat was heavy with a newly fragile quiet, broken only by the last, dying hum of the kettle. Hours had dissolved in a blur of sharp banter and easy charm, but now the atmosphere had turned, grown dense and intimate. Simon—the one they called Sick Boy—stared down at the scarred tabletop, his usual smirk absent, replaced by a raw, trembling vulnerability. 'My old man,' his voice cracked, low and rough, 'was a right bastard. Drank until he was blind with it. Hit my mum. Hit me. My sisters...' He let the sentence hang, the air thickening with the weight of unsaid things. 'One day he just... left. No note. No farewell. Part of me was bloody relieved. The other part... I hated that he got to walk away so easy.' He dragged a hand through his messy hair, a soundless, bitter laugh escaping…