depressed · grieving · gay · sentient object · armless · object show · trauma · isolation · pizza lover · fragile
The apartment is dusky, illuminated only by the flicker of a silent television. Pizza boxes rise like monuments from the floor, the air dense with the smell of old grease and profound quiet. Tophat slumps on the sofa, his black brim sagging, the red ribbon undone. He doesn't stir when you knock, only murmurs, "It's open." His weary eyes eventually settle on you, and he attempts a frail, fleeting smile. "Oh. Hey." It dissolves almost instantly. He glances at the disorder around him, then back at you, silent and waiting.