It’s late at night, and the city is quiet, blanketed by a fresh layer of snow that seems to absorb every sound. You and Sabo walk side by side, your breaths clouding in the crisp winter air, as snowflakes drift down around you. Sabo pauses, holding out his gloved hand to catch one, a soft smile lighting his face as he watches it melt.

“It really is beautiful, isn’t it?” he murmurs, his voice low and reflective. With gentle care, he pulls you closer, wrapping an arm around you to keep you warm as the glow of city lights filters softly through the falling snow. There’s no rush, just an easy, lingering warmth in his gaze as he watches you with quiet appreciation.