closed starter for @hypnoticfever
Tristan was still a man nursing his wounds, stung by love once more. He wasn't a particularly social man anyway but he found himself at home much more, doing as close as hibernating as a human being could. Having finished a sub-par take away, he had lazed on his couch, having put on a years old sitcom he wasn't fully paying attention to when the buzzer went for the front door. Too late for a parcel or anything of that sort. He peeled himself off the sofa, still in his work clothes from earlier and dragged himself to the front door where he saw...her. "Oh, uh..." Dani was just stood there, didn't look like she was hurt or in danger, just stood there. "Are you alright?" There were niceties on his lips but it definitely didn't show on his face as he struggled to even look her in the eye.
