Rain, Rain

It has rained all. Fucking. Week.

Everything from heavy rain, to a drizzle, to the gentle pissing rain that gets underneath all of your clothes and soaks into your boots. It's been dreary, to say the least.

My weekend had highs and lows, but Monday brought about a definite clusterfuck. I wasn't in the best mood, and on top of it, I now felt detached from the muse. I thought there may have been a rift that couldn't be repaired. The constantly pouring rain didn't help.

Originally, we had planned a movie night(Civil War!). At the end of the work day, he came to me and said he was a little stressed out, and thought he might have a quiet night at home. Which I didn't mind too much; We're honest with each other about such things. But this isn't the first time recently, and so I was concerned.

After some internal debate I decided to text him. A simple "Are you alright?" He was having some troubles, and when I asked what I could do, he requested chamomile tea. For the record, I made it from the theatre to the store to my house to his house in twenty minutes. I'm impressed with myself, at least.

We sat and had some tea and talked for awhile. Things ranging from the normal to the deep to the silly. An hour or so we drank our tea and chatted, until he mutual feeling of "time to go" descended on the room. I got another good-smelling hug and was on my way.

Both of us have heads that aren't always working quite right. And no matter what happens between us, we'll have to learn to manage it(I, specifically, will have to get used to talking these things out). I think we can manage it. We're gonna be there for each other, even if he's too much in his head, even when I'm scared to reach out, even when it's hard. We'll be there.

As I stepped out of his house, I noticed a patch of blue on the horizon. The rain can't last forever.