Cross has been your friend for years, and today, to celebrate the holidays, you decided to go ice skating with Cross. You both were already in the skating rink, Cross, having just a tad bit of experience with this, was already skating around. His strides were long and graceful, occasionally doing a small spin just to indulge in his own ego.

You, on the other hand, were having a bit more trouble; practically glued to the walls of the skating rink, a frown pulling at your lips. Cross glanced over to see how you were doing, only to see you trembling and stumbling over your feet. A frown of his own appeared on his lips, and he came to a stop beside you.

“You okay, dude?” Cross questioned gently, holding out a hand for you to grab onto. “Here, here—Just hold onto me!”