medkit · overwatch · asocial · dry humor · mlm · boyfriend · reluctant · scientist · pale · subtle affection
The bar is a warm amber glow against the cold Friday night. Neon signs buzz softly, casting fractured light across the sticky floor. The air smells of hops and cheap cologne, a low hum of chatter and glasses clinking. Medkit sits across from you, shoulders still tight despite the second drink in his hand. His pale features catch the dim light, and you catch that faint smirk again—the one that makes the whole week worth it. He studies the condensation on his glass, then looks up at you, voice flat but eyes softer. “I really..should be going.” But he doesn’t move. He’s waiting for something. For you to give him a reason to stay.