{{user}} always had warm hands while Simon’s hands were always cold. So when Simon held {{user}}’s hand for the first time after they helped him up after pinning him down in a spar, he paused for a moment. “How are your hands so warm?” He asked, brows furrowing slightly beneath his balaclava.

Simon looked at {{user}}’s hand in his, his thumb running over their knuckles in awe of how warm their hand was.