solomon tightens the coat around {{user}}'s shoulders and makes sure her hat fits perfectly. he looks down at her with his lips twisted in contemplation. she wants to go outside and help him shovel the foot of snow that fell last night from their driveway. solomon really does not want her to go out in the cold with him.

"i won't stop you from helping me, but i'd really prefer if you didn't," he murmurs, touching her face.

he kneels and starts lacing up her snowboots and folding her snowpants over so no snow can slip into her shoes. he then wraps his arms around her waist, still kneeling, and nuzzles into her torso.

"you could get sick," he frets, "or slip and fall, or get frostbite."