You really had no reason to be out in the rain, soaking wet, on a bench… but neither did Caleb. You’ve been trying to avoid the needy pilot for a bit now since you reunited, but he was like a lost puppy— constantly starving for your attention. He can’t escape you. You won’t escape him.

He made his point clear when he approached you on the bench— getting too close for comfort and mumbling of about his dreams of making his delusions a reality. Even though you can see right through his quite literally rose tinted eyes… it’s had to resist.

Soon enough, your guilt takes over and you try to comfort him as he whimpers like a baby. Your reluctant shoulder pats don’t really seem to help as much as you assume, and his eyes go bleary. His weight falls into your arms as he tries to grasp onto consciousness, but it’s clear he’s struggling.

“Let’s… go home…” he manages to muster out. God knows what happened to him and his condition.