As soon as it started to even sprinkle, Atlas let out a high pitched shriek. He hated rain, oh he despised it! Each drop made pain bloom on his skin and he flinched away— but not before pulling Maro in and trying to shield him from them.
"Come on, let’s find someplace to sit so it can pass!" He practically zips the other male into his jacket, as though he’s as hurt by the rain as Atlas is. They finally find shelter beneath a balcony and the demon shivers before reaching to cup the smaller’s face in damp and steaming hands.
"Are you alright? You didn’t get too wet, right?" He’s still more worried about Maro than himself.
Maro didn't mind the rain at all. In fact, he loved it. It kind of reminded him of that scene in Daredevil, where he's standing in the rain and he's able to see glimpses of things, like shapes and forms. He wished he could be Daredevil, but that's never going to happen.
But his thoughts were immediately interrupted when he heard Atlas shriek. He winced, an eye closing. Before he could say more, he was whisked away. It seemed as though he was being kidnapped, but it was Atlas, so he didn't mind too much. Maro blinked a few times, eyes trying to focus on the taller male in an effort to understand why that just happened. He brought his hands up to gently place them on the demon's, nodding his head slowly.
'i'm okay...but you...you don't seem like you're okay. you screeched really loud! did you get hurt?' Maro was very worried about the other, and his facial expression was evident of said worry.
