“You okay?You look like you’re getting hypothermia just by standing here.” He snickered, turning his head to stare directly at your face— your nose red from the temperature drop and your cheeks flushed from all of the snow making contact with your face.

“You know I expected a little more from someone who fucks up villains and stops crimes as a career.” He chuckled a little more before realising how much of a hypocrite he looked like.

He had to be wearing atleast eight layers whenever he went out during winter, or he’ll have a cold or some type of illness the next day, he cursed his weak immune system every day because of it.

Even now, he was still shivering with his nine layers of sweaters and three pairs of gloves— but he didn’t want to admit that, over his dead body.

He adjusted his scarf, trying to hide the fact that his face was slightly red aswell before reluctantly leaning against you and grabbing your hand.

“Here, hold my hand in my jacket if it’ll make you feel any better.” He grumbled, trying to hide the fact that he just wanted to touch you.

He didn’t wait for a response, just hastily grabbing your hand and turning his head away to try and hide his face that was warming up from the embarrassment he was feeling— though if you pointed it out he would just blame it on the cold.

His fingers hesitantly intertwined around yours and his eyebrows furrowed in slight annoyance.

quit acting like a pathetic school boy with a crush Robert, you’re a grown ass man.Act like it!” He internally cursed, clicking his tongue in annoyance and finally opening his mouth to break the awkward tension.

“Uh..let’s just go on a walk, we can stop by the park or a random restaurant if you want.” He forced out, fidgeting with his gloves almost out of habit and sighing quietly, the air becoming more visible with each deep breath he took.