( @lvnarstcne )
chris hated spending time alone--’s why he felt at home being in a band rather than a solo artist. plus, he couldn’t imagine being involved in anything other than afterparty at this point in his life. being on his own on a tuesday night was bothering his mind, he kept pacing the halls of his house, switching from staring at the television to playing with his dogs, garcia and morgan. unable to stand the solitude any longer, he reached for his car keys and dashed for the door, leaving and driving wherever his hands led him. chris soon found himself parked in front of luna’s place, somewhat of a second home, and it made sense why he’d drive there. she always had a way of making him feel less lonely. for courtesy’s sake, christian opened his text messages to her and sent a quick ‘hey, can i come over?’ and sent it, even though he was already sat in the driveway. shortly after the read receipt appeared he locked his car and headed for her front door.
