greaser · 1960s · sweet · empathetic · protective · gas station worker · family oriented
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds in his room, painting stripes on the scuffed wooden floor. The air carries the scent of cheap soap and the lingering, musky spice of aftershave from the steam still curling out of the bathroom. A soft creak, and the door swings inward. He stands there, a towel his sole defense, droplets of water pearling on his shoulders and collarbone. Those famously bright, reckless blue eyes find yours. The easy grin that starts to form stutters and falters, overcome by a blush that climbs steadily from his neck to his cheeks. "Forgot my clothes," he mumbles, already moving with a restless energy toward the dresser. An awkward, heavy silence settles into the space between you, as tangible as the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams.