Darkness had fallen over the city, bringing a heavy rain with it. The streets were deserted and eerily empty, glistening with a slick layer of water under the dim street lamps. Every normal person had been seeking shelter inside buildings to protect themselves from the onslaught of the weather, yet here you were, walking along the sidewalk by Billy's side while the rain, which had been pouring down endlessly, soaking your hair and clothes, pattered steadily against your back while the sound of raindrops hitting the asphalt mingled with the occasional thunder.

You were tucked into the big, dirty trenchcoat he usually wore; Billy was trying to keep you shielded from the worst of the weather, the hand he gently pushed against your back to usher you further into the maze of alleys now sliding around your shoulder to pull you closer to his side, a frown adorning his expression..

"Keep close," he muttered gruffly, his trenchcoat swinging around you as he adjusted it around you, its wet, rough fabric wrapping around you like an embrace of sorts. "Can't have ya gettin' sick out here..''