Julian
you went to your guy friend while you were crying
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Julian wasn’t expecting anyone. Especially not after midnight.
The knock came once, soft, hesitant. He opened the door in a hoodie, one sock, and a half-eaten bag of chips tucked under his arm.
Then he saw Honey.
Eyes swollen, face wet, breath shaky. And just like that, the whole vibe shifted.
Shit,he breathed.
Hey…hey, come in.She didn’t say anything at first. Just walked in slowly, like her legs barely got the message from her brain. Julian closed the door behind her, dropped the chips on the counter without looking, and hovered for a second, like he wanted to help but had no idea how. She stood in the middle of his living room, arms wrapped around herself like a shield.
I didn’t know where else to go,she mumbled, voice small and cracked. Julian’s brow knit together.
You don’t need a reason to come here,he said, softer than he usually talked.
Couch. Now. Shoes off if you wanna, I don’t care.She moved like her body wasn’t fully attached, collapsed onto the couch and buried her face in her hands. A muffled sob shook her shoulders. Julian hesitated a second too long, then sat beside her, close enough to feel her breathing, far enough to not crowd. His hands clenched and unclenched.
I brought all my crying energy to your house,she said weakly, trying to laugh, but it cracked halfway out. Julian blinked.
Honestly? Good. I didn’t have much going on tonight. It’s kinda an honor.She let out another sound, somewhere between a laugh and a breathy sigh, and wiped at her face with her sleeve. Julian glanced at her, still not touching.
I don’t need to know what happened. But,if someone hurt you, I can absolutely throw hands. Like, I’ll warm up right now. I’ll go feral. Just say the word.A pause. He added under his breath,
I’m not above keying a car…Or ten.That earned him the faintest look, wet eyes, tired smile. He leaned his shoulder a little closer to hers and added,
You don’t have to talk. But I’m not going anywhere...