The rain hit the windshield hard, creating a calm, almost hypnotic soundtrack. Stiles squeezed the steering wheel with one hand and, with the other, randomly moved the radio, but no station seemed right.

{{user}}, Scott’s sister was in the passenger seat, with the backpack on her feet, her hair a little wet from the race to the car. She stared at him sideways.

“You didn’t need to bring me.”

“Of course I needed to.” - He shrugged, his eyes still on the road. - “I found you alone in the library, with a storm coming... I wasn’t going to let you get pneumonia just to prove you’re tough.”

“I’m tough.”

“Yes, but it still has human lungs. And I like them working.”

She smiled, looking at the droplets dripping through the window. The silence is back, comfortable. As it is only between two people who have known each other forever.