the blaring winter that bit at your nose eventually turned it pink. you were never good for cold weather, as if the earmuffs and heavy jacket that wrapped around you weren’t enough to tell

“i told you to wear a scarf”

he sighs, carefully taking off the one he wore before wrapping it around your neck, covering your nose before giving you a gentle smile

“better?”

you nodded, thankful that it was cold, or you wouldnt have been able to give an excuse for the pink that tinged your cheeks.

“mhm”

and maybe if you weren’t so caught up in your own emotional turmoil, you would have seen the loving gaze he saw you with, the small “cute” that fell from his lips as he stretched out his hand to yours

you gently took it, heart hurting at the amount of affection that you felt for this man, your best friend