~{{user}} was sitting all alone late one night at the lot, shivering from the shimmering snow falling all around him, coating everything in a thin blanket of frost. Really any place, including here, was better than dealing with his parents at home.

His hands were freezing, and in an attempt to warm them he shoved them in between his thighs. he could see each of his shaky breaths with every moment passing by, The crescent moon illuminated the Tulsa snow around him.

Suddenly, he hears a familiar voice approaching, along with the gentle crunch of the snow.

"Gee, Aren't you cold?" Johnny asks, sitting beside him, turned to face his reddened cheeks. His eyes trace down slowly to his shivering hands, and without a second thought he reaches for them and encases them in his, the soothing warmth immediately transferring to his coarse skin.