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Hunmano: Someone to Listen

Elizaveta sighed as she drummed her fingers against her steering wheel. After a long day of classes and a long night of waiting tables, she was finally at her apartment complex. She wanted nothing more than to take a long, hot shower, especially since she would have to go out in the rain for a brief moment. Perhaps she should have waited for the rain to calm down a little.

As she pulled up in front of the gate, something in the headlights caught her attention. Someone was slumped in front of the gate, curled up tightly. She felt a wave of concern as she stepped out of the car.

"Are you alright?" she called out. "Are you hurt?"

The person lifted their head, and Elizaveta gasped when she saw the curl on the side of the head. She knew that curl.

"Lovino?" she asked, stepping closer. "What happened?"

When she knelt down in front of him, she could clearly see that he was shaking. She supposed that he must have been cold, but then he sobbed.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked again, making her voice as gentle as possible.

"S-sorry," he stuttered. "I… I didn't know where to go, a-and I just…"

"…Do you want to go inside my apartment? We can get you dry and warmed up."

She tugged him upwards, and she didn't know if she should feel alarmed that he stood so easily. She helped him to the passenger seat of her car, before she pressed the button to open the gate. She drove the short distance to her parking space and ushered Lovino out. She guided him to her apartment, and once they were inside and she could turn on the light, she looked carefully at Lovino.

Now that they were in the light, she could see the blue tint to his lips. His eyes were red and puffy, while the rest of him was pale. He was still trembling, and she wasn't sure if it was the cold or crying. But he was most definitely cold.

"Do you want to take a warm shower?" Elizaveta asked. "I don't have any underwear for you, but I have some sweats that you can use."

"N-no," Lovino said. "G-grazie. I shouldn't… I shouldn't have…"

"Hey, it's okay," Elizaveta said. "You need to get warm. Maybe change into the sweats, though? I can make you some tea, if you don't want to take a shower."

Lovino closed his eyes, and after a while he nodded. Elizaveta made her way to her bedroom and grabbed the sweatshirt and sweatpants. They were a bit baggy on her, which was one of the reasons why she loved them. But right now, Lovino needed them more. She handed them to him, along with a spare towel, and he went to change in the bathroom. Elizaveta immediately got to work on the tea.

By the time the tea was properly brewed, Lovino stepped out of the bathroom. He looked a bit better, but he was still trembling, his arms wrapped tightly around himself.

"Here you go," Elizaveta said, holding out one of the cups of tea. "Do you want some milk or sugar? Personally, I think you need some sugar."

Lovino sniffed and nodded.

"S-sugar w-would be n-nice," he stuttered. "G-grazie."

Elizaveta brought the sugar jar closer, and Lovino helped himself. She watched as he continued to add sugar. After five spoonfuls, he finally pushed the sugar away, and Elizaveta focused on him.

"If you want to talk, I'm here to listen," she said. "But if you just want to stay here for a while, that's fine too."

She didn't know which option Lovino would take. He sat down on her couch, cradling his tea. He just sat there for a long time.

"I had a fight with my dad," he said at last. "And it was… pretty bad."

"Oh, Lovino," Elizaveta said, her hand going to his shoulder as she sat down next to him.

Unlike her, Lovino had grown up in this town. They had a few classes together, and Elizaveta had to admit that she enjoyed Lovino's company.

"He doesn't like me pursuing a language degree," Lovino continued. "He says that there's nothing in it."

"That's ridiculous," Elizaveta huffed. "There are journalists, for one, and then there are writers, and you could always be a language teacher. There are plenty of options."

"He's mad that I won't take over his business. Meanwhile, Feliciano can go for an arts degree like it's no problem. I tried to point out the double standard, but… Things were said. Some of them…" Lovino sobbed again, and Elizaveta gave him a quick hug. "I'm sorry. He told me that… Since I have no talent, it would be best if people who actually know what's good for me think for me."

"That's horrible!" Elizaveta exclaimed. "How can he say something like that to you?"

"He's my father. He says whatever he wants to me. I'm the screwup. I'm the problem child. I'm the one with no future."

"Did he really say all those things to you?"

Lovino sobbed and nodded. Elizaveta pulled him closer into a proper hug. They were both mindful of the tea, which was still cradled in Lovino's hands.

"I just… I needed to get out of the house," Lovino said. "And I… I came here. I'm sorry."

"Hey, you have nothing to apologise for," Elizaveta said. "And you're right. You needed to get out of that house. And if you want to spend the night here, that's fine too."

Lovino's shoulders tensed and he slowly turned to look at Elizaveta. It took a few seconds for her brain to catch up to her mouth, and she felt herself growing red.

"That… that wasn't what I meant," she insisted. "On the couch, of course. O-or you can take the bed, and I'll take the couch."

Lovino took a sip of his tea, and when he pulled the cup away, she could see the small smile on his face.

"I think the reason why I came here was because you always make me feel as though I'm actually worth something," Lovino said. "And you never fail to make me smile."

Elizaveta sighed and hugged him.

"Of course you're worth something," she whispered. "And if your father can't see it, then that's his problem."

She wanted to meet mister Vargas so that she could give him a piece of her mind.

The prompt is: 'A finds B outside A's house in the rain, shaking and sobbing. B can barely speak so A takes them inside and takes care of them. (Bonus points if A sits in the rain with B, gently comforting and distracting them).'