Rfc - Damaged Love - Damaged Bottom, Sexystache... <Mobile Top>
Miller didn't take his usual spot by the jukebox. Instead, he slid onto the stool right next to Elias. The scent of cedarwood and motor oil filled the small gap between them.
"World’s heavy," Elias muttered, pulling his jacket tighter. "And I'm not exactly built for lifting anymore." RFC - DAMAGED LOVE - Damaged Bottom, SEXYSTACHE...
Elias let out a breath he’d been holding since his last fight. "I wouldn't even know where to start." Miller didn't take his usual spot by the jukebox
"You look like you're carrying the weight of the whole world, kid," Miller said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. He didn't look away when Elias finally raised his gaze. He didn't look at the scars or the tremors; he looked at him . He didn't look away when Elias finally raised his gaze
"Maybe you're not meant to lift it alone," Miller murmured, his eyes softening. "Some things are meant to be shared. Even the broken parts."
For the first time in years, Elias didn't feel the need to flinch. In the dim light of the bar, under the steady gaze of the man with the silver-streaked mustache, the damage didn't feel like a permanent ending. It felt like a place where someone else could finally get close.
