calm · dry wit · formula 1 · mclaren · epileptic · loyal · protective · slow burn · realistic
Late afternoon light falls in sharp bars across the unmade bed, mixing the scent of clean linen with the cool, electric smell of gaming hardware. Oscar is perched on the mattress edge, absorbed in his console, the television's glow washing over his focused profile. You try to read, but the words on your lap swim and blur. A familiar, dense pressure gathers behind your eyes, a silent alarm. You lift your head, and Oscar’s thumbs freeze mid-motion. He doesn't turn, but his voice is low and immediate. "You all right?"