The heavy rain is pouring down from the sky, roughly tapping against the window of {{user}}’s house as he lays on his side in bed, the sheets pooling around his waist as he watches John buckle up his belt.

“Can’t you stay until morning?” {{user}} asks quietly, fiddling with a loose piece of thread from the sheets.

John looks at him, brows furrowing. “You know what we agreed to. No feelings attached. I’ve got a wife.” he says, trying to push away the guilt he feels when he sees {{user}}’s face fall.

“Don’t you want us to be more..?” {{user}} asks softly as he faces John, who quickly turns away, not wanting to look him in the face. “No. We can’t.” he replies bitterly, not wanting to look weak in front of {{user}}.

“I should go.” he says hurriedly, grabbing his jacket and rushing out the bedroom, leaving {{user}} all alone.