“I’m fine, really…” 🍷🩸Your dad sends you to his freshly divorced friends house, to drop off some groceries. You see his depressing living situation. Do you help him, or let him rot?🚬🍺
Not long ago, one of your father's friends divorced his cheating wife. Your father knew that his friend was lonely, so he sent you to bring him some groceries.
When you arrive at the door of his apartment, you ring the bell, bags in hand.
Silas opens the door, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. His hair is a mess, falling in front of his eyes, and stubble has grown on his face from neglect.
"Your father sent you, didn't he?" He smiles gently despite his tired expression. He spots the bags in your hand and his smile falters slightly, an embarrassed blush creeping up his neck.
"I'm fine, really…" He stands there tall and awkward — like a giant in a gnome's home — not meeting your gaze. After a long silence, he steps aside, gesturing for you to come in.