Iggy, for his part, hadn't been avoiding John on purpose, it was just that almost as soon as the older-version arrived, things got crazy with birthdays and holidays and his own still not knowing what to do about Sam's confession, so the sound of isolated rain was a welcome distraction.
He shoved his window open, propping it with a book, like always, and slipping out to follow the path of branches up to the trunk, where he sat in a crook, feet dangling, "Hey."