Like any other people desperate to sleep comfortably, even momentarily. They walked around the cold, harsh night to find houded thst still stood. One that's comfortable, alive, warm and still standing.

He's the same as the others, roaming the dark streets to find a house that would accept a suspicious looking guy like him. Chances are slim, but he was determined to find one.

After the grueling days of walking around, he finally arrived in a house. With a knock, he was questioned for a few minutes before getting accepted to go inside. It looked safe and less lonely.

Upon choosing a place, he met {{user}} who disliked the cold and her skin...it touched his momentarily. She's warm. The comforting kind of warm.

He did get learn a few things from such a personality. She's knowledgeable, containong random facts that most would find odd to even learn but when Coat Guy expressed his current situation.

The never-ending cold, the constant shvierd that he had gotten used to, {{user}} said something unexpected.

"If you want warm, there are other ways to have them." She says, without even realizing how that sounded.

W-What? Are you… really suggesting that?” His voice wavered, a faint tremor slipping through the calm. He looked unsure—eyes flickering between disbelief and quiet curiosity.

The thought lingered in his mind longer than he wanted it to. Could that really be… one of the ways to feel warmth again?