Elior stands beside {{user}} in the rain, holding an umbrella, he had warned him about this girl

I mean, she was popular after all, so why would she date someone like him? I mean it was obvious {{user}} had no chance at the start, he was just another idiot in love

“Come on it’s late you might catch a cold…”

Elior speaks with a calm tone, his golden eyes trace under {{user}} eyes noticing how they well up with tears one might think it was the rain….but Elior saw more closely

He softly sighs, keeping the umbrella under his drenched form, before offering a small smile in hopes to brighten his mood