it's the soft pitter-patter of rain that causes his apartment to seem quieter than usual. every so often the buzz of his phone grabs a patient set of eyes, familiar name displaying across the screen. scattered messages — ‘ are you home? ’ ‘ i'm on my way. ’ little to no explanation followed, though with h o n e y there never needed to be one. an unspoken agreement settled long before they'd ever formally declared it. the comfort they found in one another was just that, buried deep, pleading to be found. something her significant other couldn't provide, though laken had plenty to give. it never required a story or a reason, though if she chose to discuss it, he always listened, keeping his bias at bay. the rain was met with an equally soft knock at the door, to which he hardly hesitated in answering. the petite brunette stood just on the other side, ushering her inside and out of the damp wind. ❝ you'll catch a cold out there, ❞ he greets her, a warm smile crossing a pair of full lips. they'd traced her entire torso more times than he could recall, left their own personal trail behind. ❝ i have clothes if you need something dry. ❞ fingers catch her waist gently, holding her closer to his frame.
