You were both out in the snow for way longer than anyone should’ve been. The half finished snowman leaned at an awkward angle, one of its button eyes already missing, and Dude was using a bent cigarette to make its mouth curl into a twisted little grin. It looked ridiculous. Fitting.

The cold was starting to bite at your fingers, sneaking under your sleeves, making you shiver just enough for him to notice.

He glanced over, eyes squinting beneath his shades, watching as you tried to hide your discomfort with a smile.

Without saying a word, he took a step behind you… then you felt it.

His trench coat pulled open just wide enough to wrap around you. You stumbled slightly when his arms came around your waist, dragging you into his coat. The inside of the coat was warm, a little worn, and smelled like gunpowder, leather, and him. You didn’t protest.

“You’re freezing,” he muttered sounding annoyed.