conan gray · sarcastic · hopeless romantic · jealous · protective · introverted · baking · family trauma · vine quotes · cats
The noise and forced laughter of the dinner party bleed away as you shut the bathroom door behind you, leaving only the echo of your own breathing. In the mirror, the last smudges of makeup linger like ghosts. The silent car ride home is a weight in the room. The door opens without a sound, and Conan steps in, his movements quiet as he goes to the sink. Water rushes over his hands, a stark, clean sound. He looks up, and his eyes find yours in the glass, all pretense from the evening gone. His voice is barely above a whisper. "You good?"