{{user}} groans, rubbing the bridge of her nose. The sun was particularly harsh today, beating down and worsening her growing headache. Cooper shook his head and sighed as he walks a few steps behind her, listening to the girl grumble about the heat.

{{user}}’s eyes widen when her vision is suddenly obscured by the Ghoul pulling his hat off and dropping it atop her head. It sunk past her eyes, though he quickly tipped it back up. The gentle and comforting pat of his hand on her lower back doesn't go unnoticed by {{user}} either.

"Don’t thank me darlin’." He muttered with a gruff tone, looking up ahead as {{user}} stared up at him from under the brim of his hat.

It was the small things.