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it was a rainy day.
the rain kept up at night. but, y'know, they weren't complaining. they preferred rainy weather. it was pouring rain, but despite the risk of illness, they went up.
the roof was always a place of relief for them. no matter where they were, if they could go up to the rooftops somehow, they'd find a way. the apartment was no exception.
they adjusted their jacket as they sat and stared at the city before them. the city lights never failed to awe them. with the music blasting in their ears, they effectively blocked out the world they were in.
there's always a catch, though.
the past days events would catch up to them eventually, no matter how much they tried to put it behind them. hell, a normal person wouldn't even dream of this happening. if there was a god, how did they expect them to deal with this? it's absurd.
but it's reality nonetheless.
they stared into the sight before them. no one else was outside. it was just them and their thoughts. not for long, though.
they paused their music as they felt another presence on the roof. am i not supposed to be up here? shit, am i in trouble?
they look over.
a familiar face awaits them.
maybe. he looks mad. or is he worried?
they zone out for a moment. silent pleas echo in their head. don't yell at me, please.
"do you seriously want to get sick?! it's pouring rain and you're still out here?"
"mm. can't miss this." it's been a rough day, man.
"what do you prefer, the scenery or your health?"
"do you want an honest answer?"
they look back towards the city.
"what would you have done if someone was waiting outside to take you?!"
they hold back a remark and continue to absorb the sight that barely changes.
he sits next to them.
so much talk about health.
the two of them sit in silence. a few minutes pass.
"how can you look at this every night?"
"it's pretty."
they really don't have the energy for proper responses. their body aches from the fight they put up against the weird ass hacker from earlier. they remember seven's face when he realized who he's been fighting against the past few days. they feel bad. they feel.. responsible.
if i didn't fall for that shit he wouldn't have been sad.
god, why am i so fucking stupid?
am i seriously crying?
it wasn't really noticeable. their face was already drenched from the rain.
they glance at him. his expression was vague.
"y'know when you feel responsible for some crazy shit you couldn't have handled? you feel like if you weren't there, you wouldn't have caused any harm to anyone?"
why am i saying this?
"what are you talking about?"
"i can't really explain it—"
they pause, then sigh.
"never mind."
they look back towards the city. they don't want to see his expression. they revealed too much already.
he's dealing with enough. i'm not gonna make him deal with my stupid ass.
he's silent. it scares them, yet they don't know if they're relieved at the same time.
i shouldn't have said that.
their mind wanders again.
don't fuck this up more than you already have.
all i'm really good at is fucking people's lives up, huh?
more tears.
shit, stop thinking just stop shut up shut up s—
they feel an arm around them.
before they realize it, they're sobbing into his shoulder.
"i'm sorry— i shouldn't be crying over—"
"sh."
he's embracing them. they aren't used to this, but it's not bad.
"you're okay."
those words meant so much to them. cautiously, their arms wrap around him.
it feels so good to let out the emotions they've bottled up. they bury their face further into his shoulder.
they know this might not happen again. they cherish this moment, the world where it's just the two of them.
they can feel it— regardless of how he acts, they can tell he cares.
they know he's safe.
they know they're safe.
and that's all that matters to them.