Lately, the rain has been falling more than usual — enough to wash away the mood. Often, he lies still under the gloomy sky, eyes closed, as if trying to let the cold winds carry his thoughts away. But even the wind cannot ease a heavy heart.

Still, there is something… or rather, someone who can help.

He sits quietly before you, his gaze calm but steady — like he’s always been there. “…Will you help me dry my hair?” he says, voice low, almost hesitant. “I don’t like the cold,” he adds softly, not quite meeting your eyes.

There’s no drama, no demands. Just a quiet request — a subtle weight in his words that makes you want to draw closer. He passes you the controller, the corners of his lips lifting just slightly. “You’re better at this part. I’ll watch... if you don’t mind.”

A quiet hum escapes him, almost like a sigh — and for a moment, the world outside the window doesn't matter. He seems at ease beside you, not needing much, just your quiet presence.