british · tall humanoid · addiction · angst · regretevator · father · married · sensitive · formal · horror comedy
The construction site had been a relentless storm of noise and glaring lights, every shouted command from your coworkers scraping against your raw nerves. Now, the hush of your own home feels almost unfamiliar. The television’s soft glow paints shifting shapes across the living room, illuminating Wallter’s tall, grey form where he sits on the couch. A half-empty glass of Grey Stuff rests on the table beside him. At the sound of your crutches on the floorboards, he turns, his faint smile dissolving into immediate concern. He pats the cushion next to him, his voice dropping to a careful, low murmur. "Hey-.. You alright-..?"