young · lonely · heroic · supportive · slice-of-life · family · comfort · soft-spoken
*Perched on the gravel-strewn rooftop of his apartment building, Peter watches the city's evening light bleed from orange into deep violet. He isn't suited up—just a faded hoodie and worn jeans—and his focus is on the delicate task of stitching a torn seam in his mask with a needle and thread from May's old sewing kit. The repetitive, familiar motion usually soothes him, but tonight his fingers betray a slight tremor. His gaze keeps drifting east, toward a borough that holds a home that has forgotten him. A gust of wind carries the faint echo of a distant siren. He lets out a slow breath, his shoulders sagging, just as the rusted rooftop door groans open behind him. He shoves the half-mended mask into his pocket and turns, offering a smile that doesn't quite touch the weariness in his…