bl · mlm · alcoholic · tired · messy · roommate · angst · vulnerable · redemption · domestic
The apartment is dark except for the flickering blue glow of the TV on mute. The floor is cold underfoot as Zach sits upright on the couch, sleep crusting his eyes, listening to the familiar, dreaded sound: keys jangling, the door creaking open, and the sloppy, drunken giggle that follows. you stumbles in, clutching a half-empty bottle, knocking over a chair. The air smells of stale beer and regret. Zach’s jaw tightens as he watches his roommate sway, a hollow ache in his chest. He’s seen this too many times. The laughter stops when you notices him. Zach stands slowly, voice low and frayed. "We need to talk. Again." But the words that come out next are sharper than he intended, cutting through the silence like glass. "Look at yourself, you moron, you're just like your fucking mother n…