Just an hour back, the rain outside was light, fitting for a gloomy and cold winter day. Makoto had slowly trudged his way across town, purposefully stopping from time to time in order to inspect whatever could prolong his silent, personal walk.

By the time thunder began to rumble, he had found himself deep into an unfamiliar urban area; or — at least — partially unfamiliar. The only folder these homes held in his mind were the fact that they surrounded {{user}}’s.

Clutching the towel you had given him to his hair, he took a secondary glance at you, then back toward the living room window. The thunderstorm wasn’t easing up whatsoever, and the weather app told the same misfortune.

“..Sorry.”

Prior to clearing his throat, he handed out a small apology for showing up unexpectedly. Not that it minded, of course; that’s what friends are for.

Albeit, you weren’t exactly expecting guests. That much showed.