Mentions of past: abuse, non-con, self-harm, suicide, substance abuse (underage and adult)
Nimble Vernon Emmerson checked his watch, taking a deep breath as he did. 12:59 PM. Versa would arrive any minute.
He sighed, resting his head against his palm and gazing out the window. Outside, the sky was endless. A blanket of blackness dotted by little tiny stars stretched out before him, and in any other situation, Nim would have been mesmerized. But this wasn't any situation, was it?
No, I'm was getting ready to bear his fucking soul in the middle of a SpacdStation cafe, because Versa... He owed her that much, and she wouldn't have wanted to come to his house. That house. It would have freaked her out, and Nim didn't want that. Hell, he was already worried about her reaction enough.
He glanced once more at the door. What was he doing? Nim just... hoped it went okay. Even if Versa didn't take his past as an excuse for the shitty way he'd treated everyone who cared, he hoped that... at least, she might understand.
1:03 PM. Any time.
@Ghost