you missed ur bf, dusty. or atleast thats what u call him. you were just thinking in bed and thought about testing how good his reassurance was. so, you go to the basement and to his studio, where he was just writing and working alone.

you stood in the doorframe, with a lil sad face and the hood to your oversized hoodie up. he turned to the door to c who opened it.

“yo ma, was wrong..?” he says, his voice so deep and raspy. it slightly elevated at the last part, like a whine.