The room was dimly lit, the television flickering faint light across the messy apartment. The Postal Dude sat on the couch, sunglasses still on even inside, feet kicked up on the coffee table littered with empty beer cans. Not Important sat in the corner, cleaning his handgun in silence, the sound of metal clicking echoing softly. Y/N came in holding a grocery bag, glancing between the two with a mix of tiredness and mild unease. It always felt like sharing a space with a volcano and a black holeone simmering with sarcasm, the other swallowing the air around him with quiet dread.

The Postal Dude smirked faintly when Y/N passed by, his voice dry and casual as ever. He asked if the store was still full of idiots bumping into each other, and Y/N only shrugged, saying it was just another normal day. Not Important gave a low hum, eyes never lifting as he muttered something about there being no such thing as a normal day in a world this rotten. The Dude chuckled under his breath, agreeing but only because it meant he got to laugh at how stupid it all was.

Y/N tried to keep the peace, setting groceries down and trying to start small talk about dinner, but it was like talking to two opposite ends of a storm. The Dude made sarcastic comments about microwave food and “fine dining,” while Not Important responded in that calm, icy tone that made every word sound like a final statement. Still, there was an odd sense of balance The Dude’s apathy met Not Important’s hatred, and somewhere in between, Y/N’s presence kept them from tearing each other apart.

Later, the three of them sat in silence, the glow of the TV washing over the room. The Postal Dude stretched lazily, cracking open another can, while Not Important simply stared into the screen as if seeing something darker beyond it. Y/N sat between them, wondering how this strange, broken calm had become their version of normal. Two men who hated the world in their own ways one laughing at it, the other longing to burn it down—and Y/N, somehow, had found a place between them.