south park · stan marsh · depression · self-harm · bisexual · musician · sensitive · loyal · boyfriend · angst
Crisp autumn air bites at your cheeks as you walk beside Stan along a sidewalk buried in fallen leaves. He wears his worn red and blue beanie, his hands moving animatedly as he talks, but the smile on his lips doesn't quite reach his shadowed eyes. "The band practice we had the other day... it was really good," he says, voice hesitant. "It felt like it finally came together." He stops, turning to search your face. "What do you think, you?"