Vedriti » (Slovene) to take shelter from the rain and wait for it to finish so you can go on your way
Yuri wasn't expecting to run into Flynn today.
Honestly, he wasn't expecting to run into anyone today. The clouds on the horizon look nasty when he wakes up, the wind blowing through his window carrying with it the certainty of a storm, and the proposition of staying inside and relaxing for once seems like the best idea. He lets Repede out to do his business, lies back down in his bed, and listens to the idle chatter of his neighbors outside.
When he hears a loud bark, he sits up, looking out his window just in time to see Repede take off running up the hill out of sight.
Repede can take care of himself, Yuri thinks, lying back down and rolling onto his side. But there's a nagging worry in the back of his head, an itch that won't quite go away, and when he hears the rain start falling, he rouses himself with a long sigh and heads out to find the dog.
He jogs up the hill leading from the Lower Quarter, following Repede with only a vague idea of where he went. It's quieter than usual; every sane person is inside, preparing for the oncoming storm, so Yuri is able to make it into the city without any questions. It doesn't take long before the rain starts to come down in sheets, soaking him to the bone. He almost regrets coming out to find Repede, but then he hears the dog's telltale bark, and when he looks up, he sees Repede under a café's canopy, a man in knight's armor and blond hair kneeling to pet him.
"Flynn? That you?" Yuri shouts over the downpour, heading closer to them, and sure enough, when the man turns around it's clear that it's Flynn. Repede looks over at Yuri and runs back out into the rain to greet him. Yuri doesn't bother to go under the canopy; he's already sopping wet, so he might as well just stay out and enjoy the cool rain on his skin.
"Yuri? What are you doing here?" Flynn asks. He starts to approach, but then he seems to realize it is raining and takes a step backwards. "Never mind. Come and dry off."
Repede takes Flynn's invitation, but Yuri stays out in the rain, only a few feet away from the safety of the canopy now. "The rain feels nice. Why don't you come out here? Afraid you might rust?" he asks with a grin.
"You're going to get sick," Flynn warns with a sigh. Repede shakes the water from his fur, spraying it onto the blond, who glares down at him.
"Now you're already wet," Yuri laughs. "Might as well join me." He grabs Flynn's arm and drags him out into the downpour before Flynn can stop him. The blond yells something incoherent as the rain soaks through his clothes and drips from his armor, jerking his hand free from Yuri's grip and retreating to the safety of the canopy. "You're no fun," Yuri complains, and Flynn stares at him incredulously.
"You can get sick. Stay out in the rain all you want. I am not going to," he informs the dark haired man, and Repede gives a short bark of agreement.
"You'll be stuck there awhile then," Yuri warns. "It doesn't look as if the rain will let up any time soon. If anything it's only going to get worse."
"I'll wait."
And then it's a matter of principle. Flynn can't leave, because going out into the rain would mean relenting to Yuri, and Yuri can't go beneath the canopy, because that would mean admitting Flynn was right.
For awhile, it isn't so bad. They talk about nothing in particular, Flynn wondering how the people in the lower quarter are doing, Yuri asking about how Flynn's knighthood is working out, and Repede occasionally chiming in with a low woof. But eventually, a chill works its way into Yuri's bones, making him shiver despite his desire to appear unaffected by the rain. As the wind whips up, it blows his long hair into his face incessantly, and he doesn't even have a hairband to tie it back with.
When Yuri finally sneezes, Flynn makes a face and disappears into the café. He returns a few seconds later with a towel and drags Yuri beneath the canopy forcibly. "Come here," he mutters, pushing Yuri into a chair, one that would normally be for a customer on a sunny day. "You'll freeze to death at this rate." He takes off his gauntlets, rings Yuri's hair out, and gathers it up in the towel, drying it off even as Yuri assures him he's fine, this is completely unnecessary. "Just wait here with me for the rain to stop."
Yuri relents at that. Flynn's hands are comforting on his head, and he finds his eyes closing at the contact. He's still cold; his clothes are drenched, after all, and there's no drying them with a towel. But it's still strangely pleasant, leaning back while Flynn towels off his hair, listening to the blond scold him for being so stubborn and the rain pitter-pattering off the streets and the gentle rumble of thunder in the distance.
He finds that the rain almost ends too soon after that.