Lorcan had decided to walk back home. He had a show that night and when he had been on stage, the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the beat drumming in his ears, he had felt so fucking good. Now, though, now he didn’t want to go back to his empty flat. He had gotten drunk on stage but the effect had started to wear off and he felt restless in a way he couldn’t even describe. He smoked a cigarette as he walked down the street, pausing when he recognized Gid from a distance.
“Gid!” he called loudly, catching up to him, grinning slightly, “Well aren’t you out late. Going home?”
requested | could you maybe post a Simon imagine where you’ve been crying for a while ( don’t mind about those details ) and he try’s to cheer you up and is really sweet and passionate? thanks- really enjoying your writing
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