Mother of Dragons
He tried. He did. With everything he could. But she was just not fully there anymore. Her gaze had drifted, her eyes glazed over, her mind was elsewhere. Until he felt cold and damp on the back of his neck. He looked up, the sprinklers erupting into full force over the crowd. This woke her out of her daze rather suddenly, but again, her gaze was elsewhere. She was focused on the hectic crowd now, the freshman running in every direction until the staff got them all sorted out.
Although annoyed, he felt a chuckle leave his body. The girls were frantic to get out of the arena to keep their hair from getting wet, but all the while their white tees were soaked through. "I guess someone thought it was time for a wet t-shirt contest" he joked. He felt Saruh stiffen in his arms and he quickly straightened out letting her go just keeping her hand in his.
He watched her, carefully, waiting on it. She must have been ready to explode. She'd worked so hard getting this ready, with all the planning and late nights and calls. He knew, he'd gone through it right beside her, literally, in bed beside her while she worked on every finite detail. But instead, to his surprise, her eyes closed. He leaned his head to her temple, his lips just grazing her ear. "It'll be alright." What else could he possibly say in that moment?
He gave her hand a little tug pulling her in the direction of the back exit. He had to get her out of there. As much as he knew she'd protest, this was it. There was not much any of them could do at this point until the fire department came to shut off the sprinklers, it wouldn't be long now. Luckily majority of the chaos was headed out the front and he somehow managed to get her out of the back doors of the arena. She was still frozen, some kind of shock. Giannis breathed deeply pulling her into his arms, wrapping her tightly against him, their soaked through clothes clung together. He just stood there with her body engulfed in his for a while. "Let me just get you home, please."
He wasn't sure how long they had been embraced together when he pulled away leading her to his car. Giannis pulled open the passenger door open sitting her on the edge of the seat before jogging back to the trunk of his car. Rummaging through his gym bag he found a neatly folded towel, not large but enough to dry her off somewhat. He came back around to her kneeling down in front of her between her knees. "Saruh, babe, talk to me." He dabbed the towel onto her temple, wiping away droplets of water from her face.