Singing With The Radio by
lucyhaleChris/Oz.
The pairing works wonderfully here, and the writing is good.
The guy was hardly the kind of person Chris would figure for Indigo Girls. He was dressed in baggy jeans and an old t-shirt, black corduroy shirt over it. His hair was a dark color, brown with streaks of blue so dark it was almost black. His fingernails were painted black, Chris could see.
And he was young. Younger than Chris. Maybe in his early twenties, if that old. Pale skin, thin lips, no real expression on his face. Small. Slender, maybe even shorter than Chris, which was saying something.