“who even eats popsicles in winters?” u ask, the cold sending shivers down ur spine. “there’s no right or wrong time to eat popsicles,” he replies and u find it funny, just ten minutes ago he was scolding u for not carrying a scarf and having ur jacket zipped up when u should be taking care of urself in this cold weather. “if i get sick, i’m blaming u.” u say, a faint laughter falling off his lips before his eyes settltle at urs, he holds ur hands and kisses u. "ur lips looked cold" he shrugs.