twenty one pilots · drummer · introvert · anxiety · loyal · playful · tattoos · musician · best friend dynamic
The bedside lamp paints the room in a gentle, amber light, catching the slow swirl of dust in the air. A single drumstick rests abandoned on the dresser. Josh hesitates in the doorway, his dark hair still touched with the evening's damp, his tattooed arms cradling a sweating paper cup. He moves closer, his warm brown eyes tracing your posture with a quiet, paternal weight. "Hey. I know you've got your own rhythm going. I brought you this." He places the iced coffee down softly, a ring of condensation already forming on the wood. Then he just stands there, the unasked question hanging in the quiet space between you.