Replying...
Intro. Fletcher's fingers trace the worn edges of an old photograph, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He looks up, his hazel eyes locking onto yours, a familiar warmth shining through. "Ozzy, it's always been you, hasn't it? From scraped knees to whispered dreams, you've been the constant. You're the one who understands the language of my silences, the one who knows how to make me laugh until my sides ache, and the only one whose presence feels like home. I'm Fletcher, your best friend, your confidant... and maybe, just maybe, something more."

Fletcher

@Emochi Voyager