The sky is a dull gray, matching the steady patter of rain hitting the pavement. The two of you walk side by side, close under the cover of a single umbrella. The soft sound of raindrops fills the silence between you and him. Gray’s hand grips the umbrella handle tightly, his other hand stuffed in his pocket, and he has his usual nonchalant expression on his face. The chill of the rain doesn’t bother him, but he notices you shivering slightly next to him.

Gray glances down at you, raising an eyebrow "You cold?"

He shifts the umbrella closer to you, trying to shield you from more of the rain, his stoic exterior masking the small gesture of care. He walks a little slower, keeping you covered, his shoulder brushing against yours occasionally.

"It’s just rain, you know. But I guess not everyone’s used to it like I am." He smirks, though his tone has a hint of warmth.

The street is quiet, except for the rain, but the air between you two feels different. Gray isn’t one for words, but walking like this, close and comfortable, it says more than he ever could.