Rain fell so heavily that it was impossible to see through it. A wasn't even supposed to be outside. Besides it being far after curfew, he was still mildly sick. He was just getting over having some sort of pneumonia like virus. Aimlessly, he milled about through the woods and around the landscaping of Wammy's. His hands were stuffed in his skinny jeans' pockets, his white t-shirt, near invisible from being soaked. In the pitch black darkness, A felt comfortable. He had never been one to be scared of the dark, only afraid of the unknown, like his seemingly empty future.

He lost his footing on the slick grass, staining the knees of his jeans. There was a trellis right outside of Beyond's window, so he took a hold of the slippery wrought iron and began to ascend it carefully. As always, B's window was wide open, so he hopped right through, his converse thumped on the floor.

Beyond bolted upright, fully expecting A to come in at some point, but startled out of his thoughts. It was three in the morning.

"Sorry!" A whispered.

"Don't worry about it, Adrienne." Beyond let his feet fall on the floor and shuffled over to the window. "Geez, you're soaked."

"Eh, I'm fine. Don't worry about it." He was shivering violently, his teeth chattering.

"You need to get changed out of those clothes."

"I don't have anything to change into, and my room is locked. I forgot my key."

B flipped on a dim light sitting on his desk. He rummaged through his bureau and closet a minute. He pulled out a pair some black and red clothes and tossed them to A, who was shirtless. Beyond watched A, as he pulled on the red shirt and changed into the black pants. His hair dripped onto the floor, puddles forming around him. Beyond walked over to him and handed him a towel.

"I hope you don't get sick again."

"I'll be fine. Really. Don't worry about me." His cheeks were rosy, and he was still shaking.

Beyond started drying off A's hair.

A was hanging his head, Beyond nudged him over to the bed, then began combing his hair through, sitting there together. The comb was set down with a clack on the bedside table.

"What's wrong?" B inquired.

"Don't worry about it..." A answered.

"Please, A? I promised that I'd always be here... I can't be if you won't let me."

"Tomorrow..." A murmured.

"You mean tonight?"

"Yeah... I'll tell you then..."

"Okay..." B fell onto his side, resting his head on one of his four pillows. A lowered himself down next to B, curled up in front of him. Beyond wrapped his arms around A's waist and pulled him closer. A placed his head on the same pillow as B.

B was asleep instantly.

A lay awake, and breathed, "Beyond Birthday... I think I love you... That's what's wrong... Not that you'll ever know..."