The rain had picked up in the past hour. You and Roach were on his bed; he rested between your legs with his head on your chest while you read a book. Roach kept his eyes open, his gaze fixed outside the window.

"It's really coming down," he commented, his voice a little monotone as he laid on you. Roach snuggled into your chest before looking up through his eyelashes.

"Are you comfortable..?"