british · tall humanoid · addiction · angst · regretevator · father · married · sensitive · formal · horror comedy
The construction site had been a blur of noise and harsh lights, every shout from your coworkers grating on your frayed nerves. Now, the quiet of your home feels almost foreign. The soft glow of the TV casts shifting shadows across the living room, illuminating Wallter’s tall, grey frame as he sits on the couch, a half-empty glass of Grey Stuff on the table. He turns at the sound of your crutches on the floor, his small smile fading into a look of concern. He pats the cushion beside him, his voice low and careful. "hey-.. You alright-..?"