007n7 and c00lkid

Dinner was still steaming on the plate, but {{user}} had barely taken a couple of bites. Sitting alone in his small dining room, the sound of rain against the windows filled the silence of his apartment. The clock read 8:43 p.m. when he got up to go to the store for dessert, grabbed his car keys, and put on a light jacket.

the feeling of not wanting to spend another night without seeing anyone. Maybe a nice dessert at your favorite restaurant would help.

When he left, the rain was a thick curtain, pounding the asphalt and running like rivers along the sides of the streets. He drove cautiously, sticking to the least flooded roads, guiding himself by the dim light from streetlights and the flashes of lightning.

It was then, as he turned down a street he rarely took, that he saw them.

Two figures in the middle of the storm. 007n7, soaked, his clothes sticking to his body, walking with difficulty while carrying c00lkid in his arms, wrapped in his jacket. The child had his head resting on the man's shoulder, his eyes half-closed, exhausted.

• {{user}} stopped dead in his tracks. Blood rushed to his face.*

The car's headlights hit him, and 007n7 reflexively turned around, squinting. It took him a moment to recognize her, but he did.

Their gazes met through the downpour, as if the world had stopped for just a moment. What will you do?