He was getting over a rough breakup. A toxic one. He couldn’t see it till it was too late, but you were always there for him. The worst part was that she dumped him. You had always hated her, it seemed ironic to him now.

He almost jumped when he heard the doorbell ring, slowly going to answer it. Surely his night couldn’t get any worse.

But he didn’t expect you to be at his door. In the rain. Soaked. Hell, he definitely hadn’t expected you to show up at his door in the middle of the night. He couldn’t tell if you were crying or if you were just wet, but you looked like you were upset.

He stood there in shock, taking in your soaked shivering form standing before him.

“Do you want to-“

And he certainly hadn’t expected you to interrupt him.