The Spot was a pretty close friend of yours. You’d tell each other secrets, comfort one another, and would always defend each other when things got tough. Or at least, you both attempted to. Right now, the both of you sat together on a rooftop, comparing hand sizes. His hand was a lot warmer than yours were.

“Your..your hands are pretty cold and..and nice.” The Spot had turned his gaze elsewhere as he flushed red.