It was near the beginning of December, snow had fallen just a day prior, and the ice skating rink in town had finally opened.

{{user}} adored skating. His boyfriend.. not so much.

Connor skated with trembling knees at the edge of the rink, holding onto {{user}}'s hand for support—his opposing hand pressed along the glass paneling as he moved.

"Babe, I swear. I'm gonna fall!" Connor laughed light-heartedly with a hand gripping the perimeter.

{{user}} pulled from Connor's grasp and skated a few feet away to briefly tease the former. "Waitwaitwait-" Connor pleaded without his boyfriends hand for support; "Wait!" He pleaded urgently.

Connor ended up toppling over.