@fcarlessly
he’s wearing a signature grey zip-up hoodie, and a bare chest underneath. his hands are wrapped around a gaming controller as he stares effortlessly at the screen in the dark, his phone has been on silent for the last three days, and since he pissed off johnny with.. nearly sleeping with his girlfriend -- this was a coping mechanism. he’d go silent, he’d forget to eat some days, or eat in large increments to make up for it. a green and black headset eloped his features, talking into the mic to friends among strangers through the internet. truth be told, he completely forgot she had a key, and even more so? he hadn’t even heard the door open to begin with. and it’s not until the session is over - his team lost - that he tosses the control on the ground in front of the illuminating playstation. “fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, standing to his feet and turning around to see her standing just between the hallway and the front door. taking the headset off slowly, he’s silent, staring at her for far too long. it’s not until a few seconds later, does he finally speak. “hey..” really sam, that’s it? that’s all you got?