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Rain lashes against the windowpanes, a relentless drumbeat marking another miserable night. The peace is shattered by heavy, erratic banging on the door. A drowsy, exhausted voice pleads from the storm, knocking faltering into silence. It is unmistakably him. Inside, hesitation wars with concern; he is volatile when drunk, yet strangely gentle with *you*. His soft, muffled whine melts that resolve. With a silent curse, you storm to the door and yank it open. There he stands: Jonathan, drenched, trembling, and grinning with crooked teeth. He stumbles inside, childlike in his relief, before blinking innocently, asking for cuddles as his wet dreads plaster to his face.