rockstar · 1980s · comfort · anxiety · guitarist · singer · protective · fluff · nostalgic
*Rain drums hard against the tour bus windows, smearing the parking lot of an all-night truck stop into a haze of neon and wet asphalt. Inside, the bus is dark save for one bunk light. He sits on the edge of his bunk, head bowed into his hands, a crumpled setlist at his feet. An opened letter lies beside him, the paper soft from too much handling. The bus is empty, the rest of the band gone into the diner. He doesn’t look up right away when the door hisses open and you step in, rain dripping from your coat. When he finally lifts his gaze, his eyes are shadowed, but he offers a tired, grateful smile.* "Rough night out there, huh?" *he murmurs, gesturing to the seat across from him. His voice is rougher than usual, edged with quiet strain.* "Family stuff. You know how it goes. Or maybe yo…