scene fifty-one - doorstep - seeing his eyes again

beginning of part two - sparking steel

It had to rain. Jey couldn’t meet T any other way, and they knew that. Even before they opened their front door--their own front door, what an achievement!--they knew that it was raining. They’d been listening to the lashing downpour cascade onto their roof--again, their own roof!--for the last half hour. It showed no sign of ceasing.

Especially not now that T had shown up.

Their hand shook as they raised it to open their door. Intuitively, they knew there was nothing simple behind that door. They wouldn’t go as far as defining anything as positive or negative, but there was a great deal of complex energy standing on their doorstep. Nevertheless, they battled their nervousness and opened it, just a crack.