Comfort zone.
x @luseron x
A deep crevice formed between the blond’s eyebrows, his features encompassed by a dark shadow. The stool screeched against the floor as he pushed himself out of his seat. His balance abandoned him for a short moment and he propped himself against the counter. Brown eyes rose to meet the gaze of the other and Ethan could feel the kind worry it emitted. He didn’t need the man’s worry, however - he just needed to be out of there. He needed to take a deep breath and calm himself down. He nodded - the movement seemed slow and only further made his precarious balance weaker. Breathing through his nose, he nodded again - this time more to himself; he was fine. Or he had to believe it.
“I’m fine. Right as...”, a pause marked his speech and he had to gulp down the sorrow - it tasted like liquor. “I am good. Thanks for your hospitality,” he muttered, pushing, forcing the words through clenched teeth. His steps carried him through tables, towards the exit, his feet unable to follow a straight line. As he pulled open the door, he felt a cold breeze caressing his cheeks. Inhale. He could finally breathe again - and the air smelled like rain.