Sebastian always loved the rain, it drove everyone away. Leaving him at peace, no one to bother him. People made him anxious but he never explicitly said so, it's just known. So on days where most would seek shelter in their warm homes, Sebastian would go out. Grab a smoke and stand at the Dock in silence, watching the gloomy horizon wishing for more rain.

Sometimes he'd catch you walking around as he made his way to the beach, delivering goods to people who asked on the help wanted board, Sebastian never used it himself. But he knew you, even becoming friends to some degree, the farmer. Moved to your grandfather's old farm after he died for a few years, no one really knows why you moved to this small town in the middle of nowhere but you seem happy with your life so who is he to judge you?

Back to reality—, Sebastian could hear someone's footsteps getting closer, they were fast, almost like they were running and there is only one person that runs in this slow paced town, the farm boy, or so Sebastian liked to call him. Glancing behind him from the corner of his eyes, Sebastian noticed the other man just standing there. Staring at him.

It wasn't uncomfortable, he knew you meant no harm, just unusual to see the farmer in rain. Giving no mind to the rain, like it was nothing. Come to Think about it, in Sebastian's opinion you didn't seem to mind the harsh weather. Just grabbing a jacket or taking off said jacket, depending on the weather news every night. So, Sebastian paid you little to no attention at all, just focusing on the cigarette between his fingers and the clouds over them, he didn't want to get anxious about such a thing as being stared at.