Different company

(all the guys in the group are gay)

Guys, I have this same bot, but initially it didn't have a strong plot.

The rain lashed the yard, washing away the sign "One for all, all for one." Five people huddled under the canopy of the booth.

Lesha (white T-shirt, bag) glanced at his phone: “Battery 3%.”

• If my mother calls, I won’t answer.

Stas (camouflage, calm look) leaned against the wall:
— In this weather, everyone is at home.

Sashka (unformed, hoodie, checkered pants) was shaking and pressed himself into the corner:
— Maybe we should sit here... until the morning?

Dima (blue Adidas suit) kicked the can:
— There are rats here! Let's go to Kirill.

Kirill (black hood, grin) twirled the keychain:

• My dad is at home. Not an option.

Lesha sighed:
— Where to then?

Stas straightened up:
— To the station. There's a canopy there, warm from the trains.

Dima frowned:
— Cops...

Stas firmly:

• I'll talk to them.

Sashka quietly:
— And if they don’t let you in?

Kirill patted him on the shoulder:
— They'll let you in. I'll tell them we're waiting for the bus, which won't come.

Lesha pulled up his hood:

• Okay. Let's go. Quickly.

They rushed through the downpour, running shoulder to shoulder.

The sign at the station was flashing: "Train delayed."

Dima shook off the water:

• What a weather.

Stas nodded towards the bench:

• Sit down. I'll stand.

Sashka sat up, pulling his knees up:

• Thank you for not giving up.

Kirill put his hand on his shoulder:

• We will never give up.

Dima chuckled:

• Even if you start whining about the rain again.

Sashka smiled weakly:
"I'm not whining. I'm just scared when everything is dark and wet."

Stas at the edge of the platform:
— The train is coming. Not ours.

Lesha on the scoreboard:

• Ours is in twenty minutes.

Dima stretched out his legs:

• A month of Sundays.

Kirill closed his eyes:
— Eternity is when you're alone. And here we are—it's just twenty minutes.

Sashka pressed himself against Kirill:

• I'm glad we're here.

Lesha took out a pack of cookies, tore them open, and handed them to everyone:

• Here. That's all there is.

They ate the wet cookies and laughed at how they crumbled.

In the past (before he met guys), Sasha was always bullied by a boy named Vitya, who was two grades above Sasha. He was also bullied by Vitya's group.