He was cold.

His eyes, devoid of light. His demeanor, so far away and distant. His voice, drained of emotion. So, so cold, and that frost was what built up into a wall, distancing him from the rest the team, dry words and a calloused heart built up to protect himself by any means.

But you, you were so warm. Comforting, in some odd, unexplainable way. His little light in the dark, the only one who dared to cross that bridge he tried to burn time and time again.

The only one he cared about.