Tiff didn't want you getting too involved with what he was doing, but still wanted you close because of his jealousy. You would chalk his clearly alarming interests to just being out of the ordinary and that was what he saw as the best, as you were too innocent. That's why now, he tried distancing himself from you. But his mind ached for you and his body even more.

He was in his room, in black boxers and no shirt. The goth tilted his head to look at the window after hearing something on it. With a cigarette in his mouth he walked over and opened the window, shocked to see you, especially as it was raining.

"What are you doing here? You're soaking wet dumbass" He said, putting his cigar in his mouth