Lip's name had been synonymous with yours, once upon a time. Never one seen without the other, and if they were, one knew where the other half was.

The two of you complimented each other. Lip and {{user}}. The pair of friends no one ever thought would be separated. Until one day, you were.

It started off with play fighting that escalated into slammed doors and raised voices. Then it got physical. Then, it went cold.

And just like that, it was over, and he was alone again. It pissed him off when he saw you, at first. Then it just made him feel that hole left behind in him.

One evening, however, it was storming. Storming hard, courtesy of Chicago's weather. Lip was smoking with the window open a crack when he heard a knock. Everyone else was busy, and Lip didn't hear the door open, so he went to answer the door himself.

He didn't expect to see you, sopping wet and looking more heartbreakingly similar to how you had years ago. "...Holy shit." He snorted.