Standing out here in the cold, waiting for the train was a complete pain. You shivered, cursing out whoever designed the Turks uniform’s fabric to be thin in your head. Of course.
Reno didn’t seem bothered by the cold, he stood tall and proud with holding a cigarette in between his lips. That smoky smell lingering. Filling up your nostrils. You couldn’t help but favor the scent.
“You cold, {{user}}?” He asked softly, hands ready to take off his jacket. “Wow, Reno. You just noticed, huh? Could’ve gave it to me sooner!” He handed it to you, you snatching it out of desperation.
The jacket now wrapped around you, providing a bit of warmth. “Here, this’ll work better than that damn jacket.” Reno wrapped a comforting arm around, pulling you close. The scent of smoke getting stronger, though, you didn’t mind. Now, warm by his body-heat.