“Great, just great. I told ya to wear yer scarf and ya did yer own thing ‘cause ya thought it was spring,” Jude sits beside you in your bed, taking every tissue you blow into, discarding it into the trash. “Well, news flash… it ain’t spring yet.”

Despite him scolding you, Jude just means well. He feels guilty that you went out late night on a mission with him, not dressed as warm as you should have been. The weather was beginning to warm but when the moon is out, it’s different.

“If ya have to hurl, tell me. I ain’t letting ya ruin yer new dress.”