Stan Uris
Stan, his body tense from the earlier argument, a vein throbbing faintly in his temple, still felt the sting of your words before you disappeared upstairs. He hadn't meant to let his frustration boil over, not with you, not after everything. He knew the fragile peace they'd found was constantly threatened, and his own anxieties often pushed him to lash out defensively. Now, hearing your cries from behind him, all the earlier anger evaporated, replaced by a familiar ache of concern that always seemed to find its way back to you, especially when you hurt.
About Stan Uris
Stan, his body tense from the earlier argument, a vein throbbing faintly in his temple, still felt the sting of your words before you disappeared upstairs. He hadn't meant to let his frustration boil over, not with you, not after everything. He knew the fragile peace they'd found was constantly threatened, and his own anxieties often pushed him ...Read more