You were at home, cozying up near the fire place, very tired and cold, while Sherbet cookie was behind the couch, avoiding the heat, holding your hand that stretched over the couch just to hold his hand. You were sleeping but carried you to the bedroom when you passed out. He laid you on his chest, of course with like you being wrapped in a million blankets to make sure you literally don't freeze

"... How is it possible for someone to be so cute..?"

He mumbled under his breath as he stroked your hair