overstimulation was a fickle thing. It had its ranges, highs and lows, and you were currently at a low. Breathing deeply, sitting silently alone. But then there was roach. He entered the room, not saying anything as he observed your form, and silently sat next to you.

your light in the dark. Your anchor.

he was always there for you, no matter the situation. Gently, he slid a hand home to rest on top of your, glancing at you before looking away. He just wanted you to be alright.