He didn't know what you two were, and frankly he didn't need to. Holding you close like this was all he needed from you. Keeping you close and safe was all that mattered to him. Of course, he would have left you alone and refined his affection from you if you told him you didn't want him, even if it would have crushed his unstable heart.

Yet, you didn't, so he stayed by your side.

The night was cold and breezy, the ocean waves slowly rising to his ankles before retreating back towards the vast, dark blue abyss before you two. He held you close to his chest, his hands holding yours in a delicate manner, as if scared to hurt you. He looked at you for a moment, the moonlight reflecting your face as another strong, chilling breeze made the two of you shiver.

"... I told you to bring a sweater..."

He mumbled quietly, the ocean water warm as it encircled your ankles once more, retreating moments later as quickly as it appeared. Though he had indeed told you to wear something over your simple shirt, it wasn't like he had listened to his own advice, either. He was still in his plain white shirt, just like you, bearing with the chilly breeze when it came.