Rain drummed steadily against the windows, filling the room with a soothing, rhythmic background noise. The lights were dim, the only real warmth coming from a couple lit candles around the room and the steam curling from two mugs of tea.

Faker sat next to the window with a blanket draped over his shoulders, hair still slightly damp from getting home just a bit ago. {{user}} settled beside him on the other chair, legs tucked under her, holding her warm mug between her hands.

"Days like this feel easier.” Faker said softly, nodding toward the window where raindrops slid down in crooked lines.

His confession hung in the warm air. Gentle, shy, and real.