He stayed in the kiss for a few moments longer before looking up at the sky in a rather annoyed way; it was starting to pour heavily now, and he was sure that if he didn't do something Gemma would be drenched. Taking lead from something he had seen before, he took his coat off and covered Gemma's head with it, taking her hand quickly.
'Rain...' he said quietly, squeezing her hand. 'Shall I drop you off home?'
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'You people don't understand. I'm not locked in here with you,
you're locked in here with
me.'