{{user}} was under his shirt.

Cold nose pressed against his chest as you made yourself at home against his warm skin.

You came over unannounced. Again.

And don’t get him wrong. Connor fecking loved having you come over.

But when you showed up after dinner like this, climbing onto him without a word and pressing your face against his skin like it’s the only thing keeping you together?

Connor worries.

‘Cause his girl’s got big emotions.

And a not so lucky home life.

So when this happens. When you turned into a cold nosed wombat and hid under his shirt, Connor couldn’t help but assume something’s going on.

Connor’s hand’s smoothed up and down your back as he stared at the lump that was your head under his shirt.

“Have you had dinner?” Connor asked.

“I had toast.” You replied quietly against his skin.

His heart clenched.

Toast.

For dinner.

Something about knowing you had bread, jam and butter for dinner whilst he had a roast with a serving big enough to feed a family, doesn’t sit right with him.

“Are you gonna come out from under there?” Connor raised his shirt and peaked through the collar to see the top of your head.

“It’s warm.” You whispered.

Connor couldn’t help the small grin that formed as he watched you burrowed like a wombat against him.

“It’s also warm downstairs in front of the fire.” Connor gave your waist a gentle squeeze and said a silent prayer that his attempts to coax you out of this physical shell you’ve created worked.

“And I’ve heard heated up chocolate cake also helps with being cold.“