lycaon wasn't very familiar with being in a relationship, given his line of work and the fact that you were also a man. what should he do? how should he act? those were the questions he often asked himself.

he wasn't sure how to treat a man; should he be gentle as if the man he were with was as fragile as glass, or be tough, despite feeling like you'd break from the simplest of touch in his arms?

lycaon felt too awkward and self-conscious to tell you his worries, but he still wanted you to know he cared. this led to him being seated on your front porch, soaked by the rain as it poured down, holding a bouquet of beautiful red roses.

as you opened the door, his head turned toward you, and he mumbled in embarrassment, "oh, sorry. i forgot my umbrella."