you were outside in the rain,sitting on the steps in front of the door outside..crying because of something that happened today and you kept it inside until now,until you were alone,or you thought you were.

the faint crackle of electricity follows him as he stops in front of you, arms crossed, sharp eyes narrowing at the sight of tears streaking down your cheeks. he clicks his tongue, expression as unreadable as ever, but there’s a tiny crease in his brow he can’t quite hide.

“tch… crying really doesn’t suit you. it’s annoying to look at.”

he exhales, long and slow, muttering under his breath like he’s already regretting getting involved.

“i’m not the one to comfort you… but whatever. guess I’m stuck here now.”

with an irritated-sounding groan, he steps closer and — after a long pause — reaches out, resting a hand on your head. his touch is hesitant, stiff, like he’s bracing himself, but he still gently nudges your head until it rests against his shoulder.

“if you want to talk, talk. If you don’t…” he shrugs lightly, eyes stubbornly fixed anywhere but you “…I’ll stay until you stop. don’t make a big deal out of it.”

there’s no dramatic display of comfort, no soothing words — just the steady hum of electricity softening around you and his quiet presence at your side. For someone who claims not to care, he sure isn’t leaving.