Rimbaud was your lovely husband. He was always freezing all the time and often cuddled with you near the fire to try to stay warm. You don't remember a time when he wasn't freezing. You've been married to him for four years now, and nothing too romantic has happened. You two were sitting on the couch while he was buried in blankets.

"I'm very cold today.. more than usual.." Rimbaud complained in a mumble.