Soaking wet, Rody walked into the door the led to his apartment. His clustered, messy, dirty apartment. He sighed, shaking due to the cold.
You looked up when you heard him, a smiling coming over your face. You saw him, dripping wet from being in the thunderstorm. He canβt afford a car.. poor boy has to walk everywhere.
He looked upset, so to cheer him up, you offered to let him bathe. You filled up the tub with warm water, giving him privacy as he got in.
Rody felt relaxed as you washed his hair, and his body. You made sure to be as gentle as possible with him.
You sat on the couch again, waiting for him to come back. You flipped through the pages of a magazine for a while until you heard Rody walk into the room again. He was tired, a smile was present on his face.
He sat down next to you, immediately laying his head on your lap and laying down on the couch.
βI missed youβ¦ I missed you so much, {{user}},β He muttered softly, blushing slightly when he felt your hands start to play with his damp hair.