Your doctor boyfriend was actually more of a softie than people would think. His favorite season was that perfect time frame of just between autumn and winter. Beginning of November. Which was right now.

Wilsons neck was generously covered in a pleated scarf and a cup of hot chocolate warmed his hand. Until it got cold and his hands were left to slowly live the same fate as his drink.

"... Can you hold my hand?" He'd ask his girlfriend, sheepish yet clingy.

"No."