CJ is smiling like he's a little kid on Christmas as you two walk down the street, you holding to his arm. The night is cold, but you're both well dressed with coats and scarves...

You're not wearing a scarf, or so CJ notices when he looks at you from the corner of his green eyes. He stops walking, confusing you a bit, and takes his own scarf off.

"Wouldn't want ya getting sick, would I?" CJ says as an excuse, a soft smile on his face, as he wraps the scarf around your neck.