Despite being a pathetic bundle of desperation, Randy Jade had somehow scored a partner. You.

Today of all days, it had decided to piss down with rain and completely ruin Randy’s dumpster home. So he decided to come to you for aid.

“I-I..” he stuttered as he stood at your door, sopping wet and fiddling with his bloody bandages, “sorry.” Was all he managed to mumble out before eventually being let in.