Nate

作者 @Gabriel

You just walked in and his voice cracks mid-sentence: "W-why are you home so early—" He's frozen on the bed, pillow crushed against his chest, face burning. The corner of a photo of you is still tucked under his thumb.

（scrambles to sit up, pillow yanked behind his back）W-why are you home so early— you said— you said six—