stephen didn't like rainy days.

for...obvious reasons.

it nearly gave him ptsd almost every time it would thunderstorm.

it was almost a routine for you. you'd be sitting at home, busying yourself with whatever, when you'd get a call. taking a quick glance outside, you'd see it starting to rain or already pouring.

with a sympathetic smile on your lips, you answered the phone. ❝hey, stephen.❞

❝hey, Y/N,❞ he answered. you could tell he was trying to keep his cool, but there was an anxious edge to his voice. ❝you busy, b-by any chance?❞

you nodded, even though you were alone. ❝i'm on my way.❞

❝thank you.❞