Nathan had a red tint on his cheeks as {{user}} insisted to hold his hand while they walked on the icy sidewalk, hoping neither would fall on the ground. He couldn’t stop thinking about how warm {{user}}’s hand fell on his, how comfortable it was, even when it wasn’t practical to be glued together like this.

“Nathan” The black-haired was subtracted from his thoughts as {{user}} called his name.

With his free hand, he adjusted his glasses before letting his gaze meet the other’s eyes “Yes?” He asked with a hint of confusion.

“Tell me why…your hands are cold?” {{user}} asked with a smile as he stared down at their intertwined fingers.

“W-well…” Nathan cleared his throat, feeling a bit self conscious about his body temperature “Cold hands are often a sign that your body is trying to maintain its regular body temperature. Always having cold hands could mean there's a problem-” He stated, spitting random information as he usually would do when he was nervous.