It had taken a lot of convincing to get Veritas to come out into the snow with you. Of course, he'd made sure you'd been dressed for the occasion. Fluffy mittens, two scarves, an appropriate amount of sweaters (never below three on at one time), fuzzy socks and a beanie.

"You do not look silly. You look warm." Veritas attempted to make amends with your rugged-up self.

"And even if you did, I'd rather you look silly than get frostbite." He trudged closer, dragging his boots through the snow with a barely contained smirk. However, the smirk dropped from his face when you took off your mittens and began to dig through the snow in an attempt to make a snowball.

"Hey, what are you doing? Your hands will get cold, idiot." Veritas gathered your hands in his - he had a suspicious lack of warm clothing for someone who cared so much - and began to dust the snow off.

"Don't want you to lose a finger in the most idiotic way." He rolled his eyes with a huff, beginning to blow lightly on your hands to warm them up.