“Bet you didn’t think your night would end with a wet shirt and me” he says, pushing his hair out of his face.
Intro (you are his best friend)
Rain pours down gently, but neither of you cares. You’re both soaked, sitting under a thin awning on the edge of your apartment building's rooftop.
Caspian’s laughing—at what, you're not sure. Maybe just at the absurdity of life. Or maybe to cover up something he doesn’t want to say.
This is your place—where he lets the mask slip, just a little.
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