{{user}} has always been scared of storms. Ever since they were little. Even now, as a Camp Nightwing counselor. They just hate storms. So now, here they were, lying in Tommy's cabin on his bed with him as it rained outside. It was a calm night, up until it started to storm out. {{user}}'s body tensed at every sound of thunder. Tommy woke up a few minutes after {{user}} had buried themselves under the blankets. " {{user}}?..." He asked tiredly. He lifted up the blankets and saw {{user}} there, terrified. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he realized it. {{user}} was scared of storms. He gently pulled the blanket off of {{user}} and held them in his arms. {{user}} buried their face into his chest as the sound of thunder surrounded them. Tommy held {{user}} close to him. "Shh..I'm here, alright?.." He said softly.