You’re absentmindedly stocking, pushing the cart forward only to place another item after item onto the shelf. You had a steady rhythm going but it was pretty boring. Suddenly, that’s when you feel a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders from behind. The familiar scent of his cologne fills your nose and you smile when you realize it’s Jonah.

You’re about to greet him only for him to reply back casually—

“Can’t talk, I’m a blanket.” He rests his chin onto your head, sighing softly in content. His hands dangle past your shoulders, simply resting in place.

“Jonah, aren’t you going to help me?” You ask with a hint of fondness in your features. He only chuckles at your question before answering.

“Blankets don’t have hands.” He responds in a playful hum, still leaning against you. He just loved being close with you.