The clouds opened up and dumped what seemed like months of rain stored up.

Hmm, he thought, A little too on point?

With his stomach in knots, white knuckling the wheel, he drove towards the house of his partner? Lover? Friend? He sighed, guess that would be another conversation they needed to have.

This was the first time he’d even considered telling anyone about his powers, let alone made a plan to do it. And now he was on his way, had sent a text to confirm… damn it, there was no turning back now. How were they going to take it? Should I have prepared an exit plan? Brought a back up set of clothes? Rory did have a tendency of throwing food when frustrated, surprised, happy, sad…any strong emotion really.

Crap, I’m here. Taking a deep breath, he unwound his fingers from the steering wheel. His heart rose into his throat as he made his way to the door and raised his hand to knock.