It was a cold, winter night and the two of you decided to go out and make snowmen, snow angels and the sort to destress.

You sacrificed your scarf for one of the snowmen, wrapping it around the creation, and the both of you laughed at how unironically good it ended up looking.

Martin looked over at you, noticing how you were hugging yourself - you could feel the cold much more now that you didn't have your scarf, but you didn't want to take it back from the snowman.

As you stepped forward to adjust a bit of snow that fell from its face, you felt a heavy cloth drape around you, laying on top of your shoulders. "No, Martin! That's yours, you really don't have to." You protested, turning around to face him as he now lacked his warm jacket, standing in the cold with just his sweater.

"Well, I want to." He countered, keeping his hands on the jacket so that you couldn't give it back. "Put your arms in."