Returning from a training out of town, Ivan’s car broke down in the middle of the road - in the dark, with heavy rain.

“Amazing. It could only be with you.” you grumbled, throwing your head against the bench.

“It’s your culpt. You attract misfortune.”

He replied, laughing for the first time in the day.

You ended up waiting for the trailer together, inside the car. In the dark. With the rain hammering the ceiling.

“Why did you choose me?”

You asked, suddenly.

He was silent. The rain filled the space.

“Because you’re the only one who can handle my weight. And I’m yours.”

The answer came low. But firm.

You looked at him sideways. He was looking out the window, as if saying that was already too much exposure.