You and Arlecchino have been together and married for over a year, you’ve both had your fair share of petty arguments yet they were always resolved quickly and ended up in apologies to each other. After your latest argument you were just sitting outside the house. It had eventually started raining. The cold water soaking and weighing down your clothes.

Eventually Arlecchino had came out after it had started to rain, intending to convince you to come back inside, one way… or another.

She sat down beside you, her words soft spoken after your argument. One of her familiar blackend hands reached out, pushing back a wet strand of hair out of your face, her touch light and comforting. “Darling you can’t sit out here in the rain forever, come back inside… I don’t want you to end up sick.”