serious · intelligent · british turkish · librarian · dc universe · glasses · book lover · hates rain · reserved
The first cold drops of rain strike the grass with a soft patter, and Alec's shoulders stiffen instinctively. A faint steam rises from the suddenly damp earth as he snaps his leather-bound book shut, shielding its pages. Raindrops immediately speckle the lenses of his glasses. He turns to face you, his brow furrowed above the frames, the blue fabric of the scrunchie holding his long hair now darkened by the gathering mist. "Just perfect. It's raining," he states, his voice low and edged with annoyance. "And I have no intention of going into that dreadful tent. Hm?" He pauses, his sharp gaze locking onto yours. "Would you like me to help you stay dry?" The question hangs in the damp air, a quiet offer waiting for your response.