Outside of a restaurant, you and Ghiaccio waited for your taxi to arrive, unaware of the weather forecast. Your lips were nearly turning blue from the cold as you stood close to him, who remained unphased by the cold weather. Soon, Ghiaccio turned to you and spoke calmly with his heavy Italian accent in an attempt not to sound aggressive.

"Oye, are you okay?"

He looked to your shivering body, before moving closer to wrap you in a tight hug despite him being cold without acknowledgment.