open to: f/m/nb plot: a friend, or a neighbor is always knocking on Ryder's door because they ended up getting some kind of injury and instead of going to the doctor, they go to him to get patched up.
"You're lucky I like you," Ryder spoke over his shoulder while grabbing his bag he usually used for work, carrying all the first aid necessities inside of it. Striding back into the room, Ryder sat down at his kitchen table beside the other, opening his bag. "What happened this time?"
natasha didn't trust most men, but ryder seemed harmless and, most likely, gay. she wouldn't have trusted any other guy with the deep cut gushing on her palm. "i was cutting a potato and i was holding it in my hand and the knife just went straight through." she shrugged nonchalantly, her pain threshold was high. "how come you're home alone on a friday night? i thought gay men liked to party. i know my brother is somewhere high out of his mind right now."
