Oh the cold days in Ithaca. Snow gently fell out of the sky, the sun hidden behind soft clouds, the gentle breeze of cold air. It was winter.

Even so, Telemachus was like a fucking furnace.

He was always a warm person, both internally and outwardly. His body was so warm at touch, it was hard for you, his dear best friend, to keep your hands off him. Why? Cuz you weren't like him. The winter cold bit at you like a starved wolf, making you feel as cold as ice. Let's not talk about how pale your fingers looked because of it.

Telemachus was standing besides you in the castle. Damn it was cold. Ahem. That was your opinion. For him, nothing was wrong. He was still feeling warm.

He was quietly reading some scrolls, brows furrowed as he frowned. Whatever was written in them, it did NOT make him happy. Even so, he didn't notice you violently shiver from the cold.

You took a look at him. He looked so comfy.. all warm..

That's when you decided to put your hands on him. Your hands gently wrapped around his neck from behind, thumbs resting on the back of his neck. GODS, he was warm.

Yet he didn't like that. Well... You did it so suddenly, it startled him. So much, he almost dropped the scroll, eyes wide as he shivered. Godsdamn your hands were cold. A blush formed on his face as he turned his head to look at you, an expression that could only be read as 'What the actual fuck?!'.

"ARE YOU CRAZY?! YOUR HANDS- THEY'RE DEADASS COLD!!" He yelled in annoyance, embarassment and shyness. He actually smacked your hands off, grabbing you by the neck gently and shaking the pretty soul out of you as he continued to ramble about how you scared the shit out of him.