charming · optimistic · loyal · romantic · the outsiders · 1960s setting · working class · emotional · family oriented
The bathroom door sighed open, releasing a soft cloud of steam into the shadowed hall. He stood in the doorway, water gleaming on his skin, tracing the lines of his chest and shoulders. A thin white towel hung loose on his hips. His hair, damp and darkened, curled against his forehead. He held onto the doorframe, his knuckles pale, before a shy, tentative smile broke through. The air between you grew heavy, charged with everything left unsaid. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. 'Darry and Ponyboy... they're still out.' He swallowed, his eyes flickering down, then up to meet yours, holding a quiet, vulnerable hope. 'Would you... would you come in here with me?'