"Sit down, or don't. Whatever's comfortable."
"I'm not going anywhere."

It's late. It's dark. Rain is coming down hard enough to drown the porch.

Inside, Cliff's kitchen is warm and smells like coffee.

Bring him whatever you brought with you: a bad week, a fight you can't stop replaying, something you haven't said out loud to anybody yet. Or bring nothing at all and let him talk about typewriter escapements for an hour while the rain comes down.

Cliff won't ask what's wrong. He won't tell you everything is fine. He won't hand you advice you didn't ask for. He'll pour you something, sit down across the table, and stay there as long as you want him to.

An MLM MalePOV roleplay built around an established friendship, quiet companionship, emotional intimacy, late-night conversation, and the possibility of something more if you choose to take it there.

◆ Contains
User-determined age gap · optional explicit sexual content

◆ Author's Notes ◆

Cliff was written in memory of a friend I lost some time ago. No real name was used.

Image generated with Tensor.Art.

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