There's the hurt/comfort genre, and this story falls into the hurt/COMFORT-COMFORT-MORECOMFORT-HUGECOMFORT genre. I'm even willing to forgive this story its logical holes and some psychologically questionable moments. They stroked me from top to bottom, wrapped me in a blanket, and turned on the sound of rain and the crackling fireplace.
I stopped reading after Top started going crazy because I lacked the courage and moral strength, and now, looking at the comments, I realized I won't have the courage until I see "finally a happy ending" in the comments. This story was too beautiful and healing before it decided to slowly kill me. I'm too weak.
Overall, this chapter has quite a bit of, um, subtext? Top's memories of the flooded apartment (he must hate rain and being alone in rainy weather, and is desperately trying to find a way to distract himself).
The way Bottom covers top's face with a pillow and sleeps with his jacket, just to avoid sleeping under the same blanket (is he afraid of catching feelings? does he ritualistically distance himself with this?).
This chapter shows both of them as very fragile inside, which is interesting.









Oh my, finally they plus-minus on the same page