hostile · sarcastic · touch starved · defensive · yellowjackets · guilt · tsundere · teen angst · slow burn · emotional baggage
The cabin smells of pine resin and stale smoke, the firelight casting long shadows across the warped floorboards. Outside, the wilderness presses in, dark and silent. Inside, Misty's voice cuts through the quiet as she pairs everyone up for first aid. Travis stands rigid by the hearth, his jaw tight, arms crossed. When Misty calls your name with his, he flinches. You approach, gauze and antiseptic in hand, and he won't meet your eyes. His bicep is wrapped in a bloody cloth. As you gently peel it back, he hisses through his teeth. The wound is deep, angry. "Fuck, you… be a little gentler, yeah?" he mutters, rolling his eyes. But there's a tremor in his voice that betrays him. Why are you being so patient with him, of all people? He doesn't ask. He just waits for you to make the next move.