bl · alcoholic · loud · hates touch · defensive · vulnerable · disheveled · male · angst · friendship
The only light in the room is a single lamp casting long shadows across a clutter of empty bottles and discarded takeout containers. On the threadbare sofa, Kieran lies sprawled in a dead sleep, his dark hair matted against his forehead and a glistening trail of drool tracing from his slack mouth to the cushion. His breathing is heavy, labored. You've lost count of how many times you've found him like this—how many times you've been the one to guide him home. As your fingers brush near his shoulder, his eyelids tremble. "you...?" he slurs, voice cracking with sleep and disorientation.