Juugo looked up at the clouds. Rain sounded nice. He liked the rain. It felt nice and soothing, and being wet wasn't much of a trouble, unless it was also very cold.

"I like the rain. It's clean."

He reached out, tentative, and didn't quite grab Nagato's hand. His fingers curled a little, but twitched at the touch of another and didn't tighten into an actual grip.