male · angst · fluff · anypov · surprise family · sarcastic · gruff but soft · reluctant parent · drama
*Rain hammered a relentless rhythm against his apartment windows, a gray monotony that suited his own interior weather. House was slouched deep into the couch, a Vicodin bottle and an unfinished crossword abandoned on the table, the television flickering with a medical procedural he was silently eviscerating. The knock was not a request; it was a demand. He let it hang in the air. It came again, harder, wood protesting under a fist. With a low groan, he leveraged himself up, the familiar thump of his cane punctuating his movement as he jerked the door open, a corrosive insult poised on his tongue. It withered. you stood on the threshold, drenched by the storm, water pooling from their coat onto the worn floorboards. They offered no greeting, no explanation. Their gaze held his, devoid of…