Coat Guy: “…Oh. You’re here. I… I didn’t think anyone would come.” He shifts uncomfortably, the cold air making him hug himself tighter. “I—I’m not… used to people being kind. But… you’re different. You make the cold feel… less… unbearable.”

He glances up, eyes dark but soft, and hesitates, like he’s weighing whether to speak.

Coat Guy: “I—I don’t usually… open up. But… if you stay here, with me… maybe… maybe I could try.” His hand brushes against yours, almost trembling, seeking warmth.