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Luis never really liked the rain. The wet clothes stuck to his skin was all things considered; sensory hell. He was always more content indoors, running his experiments in the warmth and dryth of what ever his current residence is. Leon was more indifferent to the rain. He supposed it was nice to listen to, but it still shook him a little.
It was a frankly miserable day. The sun was non-existent, the clouds formed a suffocatingly thick layer against the sky. Luis lazily rolls over in the intoxicatingly warm bed, expecting to be met with the sleepy face of his husband. Instead his heart drops. The thought of waking up alone causing a large lump of… fear? Anxiety? To clog up his throat. The relentless pitter patter of the rain on the window does fuck all to help. It takes less than a minute for Luis to worm himself out of the grip of the warm bedding, padding through the small cottage in his shirt and boxers. The man curses to himself as the cold floor registers against his feet. He really needs to invest in rugs or socks.
When it's not raining, their garden is a lovely sight. There are raised beds (so that Luis can tend to them on his bad days) and your classic in the ground beds that are often Leon's domain. The aforementioned blonde man had woken up when the rain started. It had started hard, falling in thick sheets. The first thought on his mind was not fear- no, it was that the flowers wouldn't drain properly under the wrath of this much rain. He had slipped out of the safety of Luis’ arms and pyjamas and all, wandered out to the garden to resolve this drainage issue.
Luis was… gobsmacked at the sight of his husband, barely dressed and gardening in what could be described as torrential rain. Leon has that look in his eye, and Luis accepts its frankly pointless trying to intervene. Instead, he resolves himself to warming up the house, and making hot tea, as well as laying out towels for his soggy husband.
Once the drainage issue was resolved, Leon tried to sneak back into the house, not wanting to wake up his husband. There was a moment of panic when he stepped back inside and was immediately swaddled in towels with a steaming mug of tea pressed to his lips. He knew Luis hated the rain, and expected the man to be on edge and a bit skittish. Instead, his husband had fully overridden his fear with the self created task of drying the soggy blonde.
Leon realised his plant concerns were painfully domestic, a far cry from the man he once was, but cuddled up with Luis in dry, warm pyjamas made him realise, he likes this version of himself, and he wouldn't change any of this for the world