It’s dark, save for the flashes of lightning through the windows.

The power went out an hour ago, leaving you neck deep in puppyspace and utterly terrified, exacerbated by the constant thunderclaps. You just want Leander home.

The door opens, and you hear him calling for you, before—

“Oh. Oh, puppy, it’s okay, you hear me? It’s okay. I’m here, you don’t have to be scared anymore.”

—You feel his arms around you.