The night was cold, but the warmth from the small bonfire in front of you kept the chill at bay. Ace had carefully arranged the logs, his focus intense as the flames flickered higher. You settled beside him, comfortable in the quiet atmosphere, the fire crackling softly in the silence.

As the night stretched on, Ace began reminiscing, his voice softening as he spoke about his past holidays — moments filled with laughter and warmth, contrasting the solitude of the present. He shifted a little closer to you as the fire’s glow dimmed, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual, as if searching for something. He let out a small sigh, his voice breaking the calm once again.

“You’re not too cold, are you?”