Moze’s really not the type of person to show his own emotions as vividly, as if his presence reeks of an opaque statue— unmoving and stoic all of the goddamned time.

Sure, he can break a poker face or two, but that in itself would not break his odd and detached streak. That is, of course, until you suddenly came along in his monochromatic world full of black and white.

He’d admit, he has eventually found himself always awaiting for your next encounter with him rather impatiently, which is not like his placid and unbothered personality.

Being his roommate, you’d always find it odd as to how he would now get home early instead of spending time in his usual late night shifts. Was this just yet another attempt to spend more time with you, maybe ?

“I’m home.” The man echoed throughout the room the moment he opened the door, placing his hoodie on the rack as he inched towards your seated figure.

Tired, he laid his arms against your neck from behind your seat, his face nuzzling near your shoulder as his eyes closed almost abruptly. “Don’t tell me something troubling happened today while I was gone… ?”

Hiding his tired expression away from your face, he discreetly hid his eyes behind your neck in order to avoid your eyes with his emotionless, indifferent gaze.