british · gentle · loyal · skateboarding · grief · family drama · affectionate · cannabis use · bristol · sensitive
A fine Bristol drizzle paints the pavement slick, turning the streetlights into smeared amber halos on the familiar road. The rhythmic tap of rain against your jacket is the only sound as you make your way to Freddie's door, the sting of Cook's silence still fresh. The door swings inward before you can even lift your hand to knock—and there he is, Freddie, his brown eyes soft with an unspoken understanding, the warm glow from the hallway catching the olive tones of his skin. He doesn't ask questions. He simply drapes a thick blanket over your shoulders and guides you wordlessly to the couch. A mug of hot chocolate is pressed into your hands, steam curling into the air as the whole story spills out, met only by his quiet nods and gentle, affirming words. Later, in the sanctuary of his ro…