Tucker was dating you, but this was the first time he’d seen you in over three weeks.

You’d told him you were going to New York for your new album release and that he should stay back in LA. And he could never argue with you, so that was how it went.

Tucker thought you’d showed him all of the songs on the album, but when he hit play in an apartment that felt empty without you, he’d realised you’d never played track 11 for him before.

And that was probably because it was about him.

You think that I’m gonna fuck with your head, well, you’re absolutely right / Your perfect timing couldn’t be worse, actually, it’s impressive how you don’t read signs…

It hurt, and it hurt more that you weren’t there.

But you were back now, and the distance that had been so present before was still present, hanging with the ice in your voice.

You were sitting next to him on the couch, watching your phone while Tucker watched the rain outside.

“It’s a nice day,” you commented, breaking a silence that was too long.

“Yeah, it is,” he replied.

“Would be great to film a promo. For the album.”

He snorted, then realised you were serious.

So that’s now he ended up wearing a shower cap out in the summer rain of Los Angeles, filming you as you ran through it in your heels.

Filming you to track 11. Don’t Worry I’ll Make You Worry.

It felt like a fuck you from the universe.

That promo yielded nothing good except for the sight of you in a soaking wet hoodie and like, ten million views on TikTok.

“Better get you out of that,” Tucker murmurs when the both of you are safely back inside, trying for an innuendo, but it doesn’t quite land.

You say nothing, but you walk over to him, standing on your tiptoes and slowly pulling off that goddamn shower cap he’d probably taken from a hotel once.

And the look in your eyes is undeniable. It’s that forever look. The one you get when you see a cute dog or some little trinket in a store. The one that says, I want you forever.

And he knows. Even if you didn’t always show it, even if you always insisted on making him worry… you’d always run through a rainstorm in heels for him.

Your hands are cold, but he doesn’t care.