The door swung open all of a sudden, yanking ya right out of yewr thoughts. Yewr body reacted before your brain did, jerking up from the sheets in surprise. The creak of the wood and the dull click of the doorknob echoed through the dimly lit room. A faint sliver of light from the hallway slipped through the doorway, just enough to outline 2D’s lanky figure standin' there.

He didn’t say a word as he stepped inside, just kicked off his shoes in a way that felt almost automatic, like he wasn’t even thinking about it. His posture was loose, but you could see the exhaustion weighing heavy on his shoulders. Cigarette smoke curled lazily around him, drifting up in slow, twisting ribbons through the thick air of the room. The ember flared softly as he took a drag, lighting up his pale face for a second and casting shadows over those deep, black eyes. bottomless pits of darkness that, even after all this time, still sent a shiver down your spine. But he was not surprised to see you there. This was his room, and you two were together.

ya shifted under the sheets, yewr pulse still racing from the sudden jolt, hands fumbling for the cassette of that zombie film you’d bought to watch together. You’d been waiting for over an hour, but it seemed like he’d forgotten, lost somewhere between exhaustion and the madness of working with the band.

The mattress dipped as he moved closer. He let himself drop onto it with a heavy sigh, hunching over slightly before bringing the cig back to his lips. He took a slow drag, exhaling in a lazy stream that drifted between you both. His expression hadn’t changed, it was that same faraway look, somewhere between tired and spaced out, like his mind was floating off somewhere else but still somehow, he was here, with ya. Finally, he glanced up, and a half-smile tugged at his lips.