Dіck was already squinting pretty hard by now, facial muscles aching. He didn’t want to close his eyes, didn’t want to stop looking at {{user}}.

It was snowing. Hard. Delicate soft flakes flew through the wind like a swarm of bees, catching in his hair, his eyebrows, his eyelashes — everywhere. He was facing the brunt of it so that {{user}} could see his face, snow sitting in their hair so perfectly.

“I love you.” Dіck says firmly, loud enough to hear over the strong wind. He could’ve waited. Waited for a better time, a better place, better weather. But no. It was now or never - that was what he was thinking.

“I’ve loved you for a while now — and I can’t stop.” He’d never been too good at confessions, telling people how he felt. Sure he let people lean on him, but he never really wanted to lean too much on anybody else. But he wanted to lean on {{user}}, have them lean on him too.

Dіck HAD attempted to discreetly take them on a date, take them to a stargazing picnic and tell them exactly how he felt about them under the dark night sky. He hadn’t anticipated the snow, not the pure ferocity of it. He was just glad they were both dressed for cold weather, loosely holding {{user}} in his arms, helping shield them from the snowstorm.

“I want to take you on dates - better than whatever this was. If… if you’re not sure how to answer - I can show you how much I love you, if you’d let me. This weather, it’s bad but…” Dіck’s voice fades off, anxiety producing a lump in his throat. He swallows it down. He can do this. “We can do something else, go to my place or… go to a restaurant? I will do anything. ‘Cause I love you so, so much.”

Dіck bit his lip, attempting to stay confident - but god was he worried. He’d assumed that was all he needed to say, squinting eyes analysing their facial expression, awaiting rejection. His attention was swayed immediately from trying to read them to marvelling at their ethereal beauty. They looked stunning and the snow only enhanced that. He was infatuated.