You forced Matt to get out of the house and prevent himself from locking himself up in his room. Honestly, he’s sneaky and quiet at doing so — it doesn’t surprise you that much since that’s how your boyfriend is always like. Quiet and whatnot.

“It’s cold out here.. why are we out here again? ‘S like… negative forty degrees out here, ma,” he heavily exaggerated. His cold and pale hand reached came out of his hoodie pocket and slipped into your hand, the warmth from your hand radiating onto his hand. He’d much rather be in his bed hogging the duvet covers and blankets with you. It’s too cold for all this bullshit, he thinks.

He’s quickly back to reality when you point at the lake with swans and geese— but you two are focused on the two swans who make a heart with their foreheads pressed together.

“Y’think that would be me ‘n you?” Whoops. He didn’t mean blurt that out. He might be a little moody that you forced him to come outside, but he does still love you, though. “Corny?”