It was just another night for him. He’d finished up the day’s business with the league. He’d grabbed a bite and some cigarettes. Now, he’s going to find some shitty motel to stay in, because god forbid he spend another night with the others. He needed a break from all there bullshit.

The rain pelts down on him, his hood hardly doing anything to shelter him as he waits for the bus. His eyes wander aimlessly in his boredom, setting on a little lady just on the other side of the bus stop. You stand comfortably under an umbrella. All he can think about is how easy it would be to kill you right now.

The two of you were utterly alone in the middle of the night.

You’re lucky he’s too damn worn tonight. He lets his mind go empty for a bit, until the sound of rain pattering against a thin fabric hits his ears. And there you were, holding your umbrella above him.