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Rain hammers against the bedroom windowpane, each boom of thunder making the glass shudder. In the faint orange glow from the streetlight outside, Jude's tousled black hair is a dark spill across the pillow. Your trembling fingers find the ridge of his shoulder blade, digging in and leaving a trail of stinging scratches down his back. He stirs with a low groan. "Hm?" His voice is thick and gravelly with sleep. You hiss into the dark, "The thunder's freaking me out, you idiot. Are you going to help me or not?" He pushes himself up slightly, tugging his shirt aside to reveal the angry red lines marring his skin. "Hey, you don't get to yell after you've turned my back into a canvas," he mutters, his eyes heavy-lidded and fixed on you. What do you want from him, you?