History Shows Again and Again

Chapter 32

June 15th, 2021

Zeek sat at his desk, fingers tapping on the keys of his laptop. His fingers paused, reading over what he had typed before starting again, making sure the flow of his email was professional and concise. Sometimes, he wondered why journalists just won't take no for an answer when it comes to them asking him for an interview from the 2019 incidents. It's like it went through one ear and out the other, no matter how he explained why he can't do it.

He took a deep breath, bringing up a hand to rub his face. Every time they ask, he was on the verge of reliving those days, on the verge of curling up somewhere, rocking, mumbling–

He jumped when there was a flash and a rumble of thunder a few moments later and rain started to come down in sheets.

Nevermind the asking, the storm would definitely send him over the edge like the countless ones before it.

He took a deep breath, saved the unfinished email as a draft and closed his laptop, pushed himself away from his desk and stood up. He rubbed the side of his neck and ears before picking up his phone and turned the screen on.

A text from Ren met him with a simple 'omw', sent a few minutes ago. He furrowed his brows at the unprompted text as he was sure he didn't send a text over to Ren today with the other man being busy working as per usual. He knew for sure that he wasn't done working yet, so why–

He flinched as another flash came and the crackle of thunder rolled afterwards. He silently cursed the weather and stood before walking out of the room and into the living room and stared at the front door, waiting. Sure enough, he heard a knock and Zeek walked over and opened it, revealing Ren with his jacket pretty much drenched.

"You didn't have to come here." was the first thing that Zeek blurted out as he let Ren in and closed the door. "Especially with all the work you have right now."

"I had free time." Ren assured him as he tugged off the soaked jacket and placed it on the back of the kitchen chair before looking at Zeek. "Besides, I wanted to come."

Zeek opened his mouth but the flask of lightning and rolling thunder stopped him and he had to fight himself not to flinch.

"Come on." Ren ushered Zeek to the couch before sitting down. Then, he reached up and tugged the other man down and soon, he had them rearranged to his liking.

Zeek found himself leaning against the other man, a black clad arm around his shoulders, being held securely.

Then, Ren had started to hum a tune that Zeek never heard before and he couldn't help but listen and focus on it. It helped a bit, and he barely flinched when a clap of thunder echoed outside. All he can do is listen to Ren's humming.

He slowly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he did so and allowed Ren to chase the storm away from him.