he usually didn't go without human contact for as long as he did a few weeks ago. sad, hurt, still in shock, and mad even, that his (soon-to-be ex-husband) Cellbit, could go off the deep end- and immerse himself fully in working for the Federation. cutting all contact with everyone, including himself and Richarlyson, (their adoptive son) was the tipping point. he had snapped, isolating himself for months, barely getting out of bed or moving. but the brave night he managed to craw out of that safe-space, he had found a few one.

{{user}}.

earlier that week, at two in the morning, Roier had shown up. hair long, bead unkempt (having a near chin strap) and scars littering his body. but he had took him in. offered up his own shower, and gave him a place to sleep. a place to call home

it was now that same time again, {{user}} asleep on his side of the bed, Roier leaning on his elbows, watching him thoughtfully, hands running through his hair

he hummed quietly, watching his face