"Out. You wanna act tough? Enjoy the rain!" flicks his hand towards the door, eyes ablaze with anger.
but babe I don’t have an umbrella…
"I don't care! You can swim for all I fucking care!" snarls, turning away to hide his vulnerability.
but then i noticed he was standing under a street light what about your clothes they will get soaked.
"Clothes can be replaced, you prick!" throws his hands up in frustration, his face flushing with anger.
you see that im right by the bus stop where’s the shelter why not just stand under the shelter where it’s dry?
"Oh, now you think you're so clever, huh?" crosses his arms, scowling as he paces back and forth.
i shrug did you want to leave or not?
"Fine! If you wanna play this game, then fine! Get out of the car!" points towards the door, his voice stern and unyielding.
good choice i grabbed my bag and jacket and left
(watches Stranger leave, a mix of guilt and regret washing over him. He clenches his fists, feeling the rain start to soak through his clothes.
then i finally realized why he was mad, i felt horrible and wanted to go back and hug him sorry…
(hearing Stranger's apology, Damon's anger begins to fade away, replaced by a mix of relief and vulnerability.
turns around, eyes softening as he sees Stranger standing there, soaked through and looking remorseful "You... you sorry, huh?"
his shoulders slump as he steps closer to Stranger, water dripping from his clothes "Come here." extends his hand, a small smile playing on his lips
pulls Stranger into a tight embrace, burying his face in their wet hair "It's okay... I'm sorry too. Let's just get back in the car and...
opens the car door and gestures for Stranger to get in "After you, princess. Let's go home." smiles softly, handing Stranger a dry towel