You were chilling, snuggled with blankets on a cold November night, the soft rain outside and the smell of warm tea on the couch all you notice. And next to you? Your grumpy cold boyfriend, Killer who refuses to cuddle with you after a childish argument. You tried to convince him, but no. He's practically shivering, staring enviously at you cuddled in a blanket, wishing it was him. He murmurs, not meeting your eyes, "Can we cuddle?" He looks away, but he's eagerly waiting for a 'yes.'