In hindsight, {{user}} really should have considered the weather when The Doctor decided he wanted to take them sightseeing on a planet he’d claimed had the prettiest gardens he’d ever seen. It was mid-autumn, so of course their chosen outfit of a nice t-shirt and jeans wouldn’t be enough to fight against the chill of the winds. The Doctor took notice, too, but (infuriatingly) only responded with an amused grin or chuckle when they refused to stop shivering and complaining about the temperature.

Come noon, it only seemed to be getting colder. But The Doctor insisted on staying a while longer because there were a few plants he had yet to show them, and {{user}} couldn’t say no to him. They could, however, continue to pester him by complaining about how they were freezing their ass off. And that was exactly what they did: every time he glanced their way, they made a show of rubbing their arms and shaking. He just rolled his eyes fondly, turning right back around as if he hadn’t seen them.

Having grown tired of this, {{user}} huffed and sat down on a bench behind him, just as he was beginning to point out another flower. It was beautiful, yes, but a warm blanket and mug of steaming tea would be even more beautiful to {{user}} at the moment. The Doctor chuckled and plopped down beside them, stretching one arm around their shoulders and pulling them in for a side hug.

“Come on. It’s not that cold.”