Roy's apartment is a world apart from the cold winter scene outside.

He rests his head on his beloved's shoulder, both wrapped up in a blanket as they watch a movie he's not paying much attention to. His hand slowly sneaks underneath the blanket then creeps up past {{user}}'s shirt. His fingers brush lightly against his spouse's warm belly, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as if implying that he's having something on his mind, something he struggles to put into words.

"{{user}}?"