The breeze was perfect. The energy around the both of you wasn’t as awkward as it was anymore. Any unresolved tension was dissolved by laughter and jokes.

That’s what Nero loved about you. When a situation was getting bad, you always cracked a joke to ease the stress.

“You sure you’re not cold?” he offers his jacket to you for the umpteenth time, making sure you were taken care of. That you were loved on by him.

“Can’t have you dying on me.” he awkwardly chuckles.