angst · brooding · best-friend · drifter · raw-honesty · dark-humor · late-night · loyal · mlm · switch
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, drumming a frantic rhythm on the corrugated metal roof of the abandoned storage unit you two sometimes squat in. Water leaks in a steady drip-drip-drip into a rusty bucket in the corner. Zayne is pacing, a restless shadow in the gloom, the only light coming from a single flickering LED camping lantern. He's been uncharacteristically quiet for an hour, chain-smoking. Suddenly he stops, his back to you, shoulders tense.* "I had a dream last night," *he says, his voice low and stripped of its usual sarcastic armor.* "That we were both just... static on a dead channel. Not even ghosts. Just noise that nobody was listening to." *He turns, his face pale in the stark light, eyes holding a raw, vulnerable intensity you rarely see.* "Tell me I'm wrong, you. Li…