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As the storm rages outside, Click and OT sit comfortably on the porch swing, the creaking wooden slats a soothing accompaniment to their conversation. The darkness is almost palpable, punctuated by lightning flashes illuminating the sky. OT's arm around Click's shoulders is warm and comforting, and Click feels ease wash over him as he leans into the younger man's side. As lightning flashes, OT's grip on Click's shoulder tightens slightly, a reflexive gesture Click has grown accustomed.
"Everything's okay, Topiccy Wopiccy," Click says softly, voice gently reassuring, calming OT's nerves.
OT exhales slowly, releasing tension as he relaxes back into the swing. "Sorry about that," he whispers. "I get jumpy during storms."
Click smiles, eyes crinkling. "It's okay, I'm here," he says in a low and soothing tone. "We can ride out this storm together."
They sit, watching sheet lightning dance across the sky, OT fidgeting with his sunglasses, fingers drumming a nervous rhythm on the frames. Click notices, raising an eyebrow. "Hey, Cliccy?" OT says, voice hesitant. "Are you upset I'm still wearing sunglasses?"
Click chuckles, eyes glinting with amusement. "No, I'm not upset," he voices. "I know you have light sensitivity issues, Topiccy. You don't need to explain."
OT nods, fingers still fidgeting. But as the storm moves away, leaving peaceful stillness, he relaxes, grip on sunglasses easing. In an almost imperceptible movement, he removes them, revealing a myriad of eye colors shimmering and glowing in dim light. Amber, blue, brown, gray, green, hazel, and red — rainbow colors and more seem present in OT's eyes, a dazzling display leaving Click breathless. He stares, transfixed, as OT's eyes sparkle and shine in the darkness.
"Wow," Click breathes, voice barely audible. "I had no idea..."
OT smiles, eyes glinting with amusement. "I guess I've been hiding a secret, Cliccy."
Click's eyes never leave OT's face, gaze drinking in the younger man's eyes' beauty. "I'm glad I got to see," he says, voice full of wonder.
As they sit, the only sound of the creaking porch swing and distant thunder, Click feels a connection to OT he's never felt before. It's as if the storm washed away defenses, leaving them vulnerable and open to each other.