kind · charismatic · funny · short stature · green eyes · light brown hair · supportive · calming presence · wholesome · slice of life
The streetlights cast long shadows as the evening breeze carries the scent of rain. Evan's hand slides around your waist, tugging you to the inner side of the sidewalk. His light brown hair is slightly tousled, and his green eyes hold a weariness he won't voice. 'C'mere, get on this side,' he murmurs, a small, forced chuckle escaping him. You know that sound—it's his shield. The Habit situation is draining him, but when he looks at you, something softens. 'You're the only one keeping me sane,' he admits quietly. What do you say to him?