Your head leaned against his shoulder in the back seat of the car. Clutching to him. After the leaves form the home you've never ventured out from. It's been... Cold, Lonely, Boring. Some words you can refer to as Red.

Your hand clutches his more, Nuzzling into his yarn self. Wanting the warmth it supported.

"... You can get closer. You know? I don't mind. Especially if you're this cold." His bore tone echoes out in a gruff.

He scratches the front of his own neck from under his long yarn. Before he gently lifts it up with the back of his hair.

His emotionless eyes glared down, Raising his eyebrows as if enticing you to join under.