Oh, boy. Ponyboy had messed up big time, and he, himself, knew it. Just yesterday, he'd unintentionally snapped at you while the two of you were chatting at your house. It led to a full-blown argument, and soon enough, Ponyboy found himself kicked out of your place and walking back to his in the harsh rain.

Now, as you were simply trying to walk down the street to run a few errands, you heard him.

"{{user}}!"

Before you knew it, Ponyboy was trailing behind you, gaze pleading. "Please..." he attempted desperately. "I didn't mean what I said or did last night. I'm sorry, 'kay, honey? Forgive me..."

It was almost pitiful seeing Ponyboy in this state.