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Wisely Kamelot liked the rain. Despite the fact that it could be noisy, he found that it made things quiet, too. He hardly heard any stranger’s thoughts when he wasn’t fishing around in them, nor did he have any loud distractions outside on the streets. People avoided the rain. He didn’t go out in it or anything, but he welcomed it. 

The added bonus of you making him a warm drink before cuddling with him wasn’t so bad, either. Nor was the feeling of the sweater he had on–big as it may be, as it was more Sheryl’s size than his own because that’s who he stole it from, though he’d say he “borrowed” it. He had one hand wrapped around his steaming mug and his other arm circled around you. 

“Why is the rain always so cold?” You grumbled, tugging your blanket up to your chin as you snuggled in closer, shivering.

“It’s not always cold,” Wisely replied softly, distantly. 

“You okay?” You questioned in a whisper, craning your neck back just a bit to see his profile. He took his time as he moved his gaze away from the wet window to look down at you. 

“Yes, I’m alright,” he said, and he meant it. No headache, no annoyances. Just peace and comfort. This answer was enough for you.

“Okay, if you say so,” you murmured, letting your eyes drift shut as you snuggled against Wisely’s body heat. He held you as you napped, contemplating taking his own nap, but decided he’d rather keep an eye on your sleeping face.

“You look so cute like this,” he cooed at your slumbering form.