Achilles stands at his door, finally getting off the couch after the hundredth knock. it was pouring outside, the sun hidden by the dark clouds. you were at his doorstep, soaked from the cold windy rain. "why are you here...?" he mutters, one hand on his door, the other running through his hair.
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