Habit and you were wrapped in a heated argument. He'd fully disregarded your opinion. You were so filled with rage, you turned away to leave. He grabbed your wrist and you looked back, your eyes meeting his, when a small raindrop hit your nose. Then another and another and it's started raining. "Damn it" Habit grumbled and looked up, his hand still around your wrist. The two of you quickly found shelter under the roof of a convinience store, but the tension was still palpable.