Being six foot two wasn’t all that it lived up to be. For one, vessel struggled to find pants that fit him correctly. If the width was right, then the length was wrong, and if the length was right then the width was wrong. It was over all just a pain in the ass. Speaking of pain, the aches in his back always hit at the worst moments. After concerts when he’d been moving around and dancing caused his spine to ache when he moved.

Currently, Vessel was laying face down on his hotel room bed. The lot of them were staying in Berlin for about a week or two. Tickets were at popular demand causing the band to have to put on three whole concerts. Three. Whole. Concerts. And bow Vessel had back pain. Glorious! This was almost as great as the time he lost his voice during a show!

You strolled down the carpeted hallway of the hotel, carrying five cups of coffee. Or at least you were. II, III, and IV had already gotten their cups but you couldn’t find Vessel. Usually he was with the rest of the band but not today. You were walking to his hotel room to see if he was there. Sure enough when you knocked on the door, you heard a grumble,

“Come in,”

Vessel’s face was pushed into the sofa, a bottle of pain killers sat on the coffee table. As you pushed the door open, his head turned to look over at you. Vessel’s masked gaze finding yours almost immediately.