Vicki's baby shower had been, simultaneously, one of the funniest and most excruciatingly embarrassing gatherings Liv had ever been to. After Johnny's spectacular exit, she should have left straight away, knowing what she knew about what state he was in, but somehow she just couldn't pull herself away for at least another hour. And she took her time getting home, too, arriving on their floor of the apartment building still giggling a little over a few of the juicier comments made in her direction as she'd left the raucous gathering of women at the Grove.
Johnny was and always had been spontaneous, never planning or thinking too far in advance, and though he'd had a rough idea about what he was going to do at Vicki's baby shower, he didn't know what was going to happen until it happened. That sort of thinking made life interesting, but at the same time, could be a little dangerous, at least when it came to flying around the city without his ever-present uniform, especially in inclement weather.
He'd been lucky enough to make it back to the building before the snow had turned to rain, but once he'd arrived, he knew he was in trouble. He couldn't just walk through the lobby engulfed in flames - that would be sure to set the fire alarm off. And it wouldn't do to make an entrance in his birthday suit either. The roof was his best alternative, but when he got there, he found someone had locked the door from the inside, and he had no way in. Soaked and uncharacteristically cold, he'd done his best to find a little shelter and huddle there until the rain stopped or Liv came looking for him, whichever came first.
She'd been expecting to find him outside their door, where a key had been left on the top lintel for him to find and let himself in, if he had need of it. A soft frown touched her brow as she realised he wasn't there, and there wasn't any sign of him inside the apartment either. Looking out the window at the downpour, she wondered where he was for a split second before realising there really was only one place he could be. "Oh God!" Snatching up her keys and his bathrobe, she dashed out of the apartment and into the elevator, bouncing impatiently on her toes as it climbed toward the top floor. Scrambling up one flight of stairs, she slammed into the door to find it locked, and hurriedly unlocked it, pulling the portal open. "Johnny?"
He didn't hear her voice at first, through the ever present din of the downpour, louder somehow from the roof as he waited for it to end. The rain seemed to be coming down in sheets, freezing cold, but not quite cold enough to turn to snow. Snow would have been better. He could have melted the snow, but this freezing downpour of rain seemed to seep into every pour of his body soaking him through, like a sodden campfire. There was no spark, no flame, and dwindling warmth. As c*cky as he was, water was his one true nemesis. "Ov-over here," he replied, struggling to keep his teeth from chattering as he sat curled up in a ball in a corner trying to keep warm, if not dry.
Peering through the rain, Liv let out a yelp when she finally saw him huddled there, knowing his lack of affinity for rain and cold combined. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry!" Forgetting that she'd left her own coat in the apartment below, she scurried out under the freezing, driving rain, reaching down to try and pull him up onto his feet, wrapping the bathrobe around his shoulders. "Come on, the door's open now. Let's get you inside and warmed up." It was a strange echo of the first night they'd spent together; again, Liv was rescuing him from a rainstorm on the roof of their building, but she doubted she was going to be too shy to cuddle up with him as he warmed up this time. "Just a few steps."
He shivered beneath the bathrobe as she helped him to his feet and led him inside, inwardly cursing himself for his stupidity, not for the first or probably the last time in his life. "I'm s-sorry, Livvie," he said through chattering teeth. He knew he'd be right as rain, no pun intended, as soon as he was dry and warmed up, or at least, he hoped so. He hadn't been sick in years, and had no intentions of getting sick now.
"Don't be silly, I'm the one who should be sorry," she frowned, gently leading him down the stairs as her hand rubbed vigorously up and down his back, trying to speed up the warming process. "I shouldn't have stayed at the shower, I should have come straight home. I didn't think anyone would have locked the door up here. I'm so sorry, love."
"It's not-not your fault," he stammered through clenched teeth, huddling beneath the bathrobe and pulling it tightly around him. Unlike most people, he was completely unaccustomed to being cold. He hadn't felt really cold in years - except for these rare occasions when the rain caught him by surprise. "I sh-should hire a weatherman," he remarked, though all he really had to do was turn the television set on for that. With any luck, it wouldn't be long before he warmed up again, but he couldn't be sure. It had taken hours the last time. He wondered if he should talk to Reed about it, see if something could be done so it never happened again.
"Well, it's not your fault either," she told him firmly, glad that the elevator hadn't been called while she'd been up on the roof. While Johnny was shivering, she wasn't exactly in a much better state herself. The downpour truly was pouring down, and though she'd only been on the roof a few minutes, Liv's clothes and hair were dripping. However, she was used to it; more importantly, her body was used to dealing with being cold and the prospect of being warmed up again soon. Guiding him into the lift, she punched their floor button, and turned to wrap him up in her arms, still rubbing vigorously at him over the top of the bathrobe to try and create a little friction he could absorb and make use of.
He leaned into her embrace, glad of it and taking comfort and warmth from her for a change, which seemed both strange and ironic, like their roles had been completely reversed. "I'm s-sorry, L-Livvie," he apologized again. "I'm an idiot." He'd won the ten bucks from Humphrey, but hadn't stuck around long enough to collect, too busy showing off by whooshing out the nearest window without so much as a second thought about his lack of uniform. What clothes he was still wearing, which weren't much, had gone up in flames as soon as he'd turned his flame on, and he'd been too embarrassed to return to Maple Grove in his all together.
"Stop apologising, you silly man," she smiled, brushing her lips against his cheek as the elevator found the third floor once again. Slipping behind him, she laid her hands against his back, steering him out of the lift and along the hallway gently. "It happens to the best of us." The keys jangled in her fingers as she unlocked the door. "Go straight to the bathroom, run a hot bath," she told him firmly. "No arguments. Not all water is out to get you."
He was relieved she wasn't angry with him, but he knew she was wrong. She was just being nice; she was just being Liv. It didn't happen to the best of them - it happened to him. And it only happened to him because he didn't have the good sense to think before he acted. He said nothing of this, berating himself privately, while he shivered in the hallway, waiting for the door to open so he could retreat to the bathroom and thaw out in a hot bath. What he really needed to do was dry out, but before he could do that properly, he needed to raise his body temperature and a hot bath had worked once before. "Are you gonna make me hot cocoa?" he asked, a little chagrined.
"When you're warm, yes," she told him with a gentle chuckle. "Correction, when we're warm. You didn't think you were getting in the bath on your own, did you?" She flashed those soft brown eyes at him with a smile they'd both only recently discovered, the smile that told him no matter what else his little routine at the Grove had done, it had certainly got the attention of her, ahem, wilder side.