Gemotions

He stretched, the stiffness melting from his shoulders as he logged off for the night. Across the chat window, "ShadowWalker" signed off too. A soft grin played on Ethan's lips. The banter, the shared jokes, the late-night talks about everything and nothing – it all soothed him. He felt… held.

He closed the blinds, shutting out the streetlight's glare. He made his way to the kitchen, the floorboards silent beneath his bare feet. The apartment was tidy, exactly how he liked it. He poured a glass of milk, a simple ritual that had become a comfort. He knew ShadowWalker couldn't see this, but it felt right, a tangible connection to the intangible bond they shared. The world outside felt far away.