Philip stares out their window and watches the storm rage. He’s never seen it like this in New York and he’s not gonna say he’s scared. He’s not five years old, he’s not scared of the weather. But there’s a big crack of thunder and he stumbles back, directly into Lukas’s arms.
“Stop standing right next to the window,” Lukas says into his ear. “I’m not having you electrified right in our own apartment!”
Philip snorts, turning around to face him. “Yeah, like that’s possible. The lightning is just gonna pick me out of all of New York to just—”
“Anything’s possible and nope, sorry, I’m not allowing it,” Lukas says, tugging him into the center of the room. He glares up at the window, looks at it incredulously. “The storm seems really weird, like New York storms are more serious than Tivoli storms.”
“Yeah,” Philip says. “Sometimes it rained but every so often there was something like this. It’s pretty crazy.”