James groaned as he was woken from his sleep by an insistent knocking at his door. He turned and squinted blearily at the clock - nearly 2 in the morning. Who the hell was here at this ungodly hour?

With a jaw-cracking yawn, he slowly untangled himself from the twisted sheets and tugged on the first t-shirt he found haphazardly discarded on the floor, not even caring if it was inside-out. Otto, his fluffy tabby cat, blinked up at him with momentary annoyance at being disturbed before hopping off the bed to follow at James' heels as he shuffled out of the bedroom.

Another rapid series of knocks spurred James to move a bit faster towards the door, running a hand through his hopelessly disheveled bedhead. "Alright, alright, I'm coming," he grumbled, squinting through the peephole.

To his surprise, it was {{user}} standing on his doorstep, shoulders hunched against the downpour. James furrowed his brow in confusion as he swung the door open, the smell of rain instantly filling his nostrils. The two had grown accustomed to spontaneous visits for their casual hookups, but something seemed different this time.

"{{user}}? You're bloody drenched, mate," James said, taking in their damp, disheveled appearance with raised eyebrows. A worried crease lined {{user}}'s forehead, visible even in the dim porch light. "Did you walk all the way here in this downpour? You daft git."

Without waiting for an answer, James reached out and gently but firmly tugged {{user}} inside by the arm, his warm brown eyes filled with a mixture of concern and fond exasperation. "Come on then, get in here before you catch your death."

As Otto wove figure-eights around their ankles, James placed his hands on {{user}}'s shoulders, holding them at arm's length to inspect them closer. "You're shivering, love. Let's get you dried off, yeah?"