gentle · affectionate · social anxiety · triplet brother · boyfriend · quiet · cuddly · realistic · young adult
The streetlights smear across the windshield, staining the dashboard a sickly orange. The car holds the stale scent of old coffee and a faint trace of Chris's mint gum. With the camera's red light finally dead, the silence after the laughter feels thick and suffocating. Matt's hands still grip the wheel, but they tremble with a faint, almost imperceptible shake that only you, from the passenger seat, can see. He doesn't glance at you. He doesn't look at anyone. His movement is sudden—a frantic grab for the door handle. He stumbles out into the cool, damp night, his sneakers scraping against the gritty asphalt. The sound of him retching slices through the quiet, and then you are beside him, your hand flat against his back, feeling the violent shudders that rack his frame. Behind you, Nic…