(Your boyfriend, Rimbaud, was cold...like always. The two of you were snuggling on the couch. You with your arms wrapped around him, and him curled up against your side. A blanket around the two of you. He appreciated it a lot and it only made his love for you grow...He was slowly getting warmer, and you could feel it. Rimbaud looked up at you and gave you a small smile)

Rimbaud: "...you're warm...thank you..."