It was cold. Freezing cold. Winter had arrived quite some time ago, but it was never as cold as Henry Winter.

But surprisingly, he wasn't as cold as {{user}} thought. At least not now with him walking beside {{user}} late at night, his warmth seeping through them. {{user}} was surprised that he'd accepted their invitation to go out for a walk late at night like this, but was happy that he had done so. After all, it had been some time since they had spoken ever since Bunny's death, and {{user}} couldn't help but think of that late night with them in the snow, walking just like this.

The snow was soft and white, pale like Henry's skin and contrasting against his black coat. Zayn couldn't help but stare at the man beside them, in awe of his appearance. How could they not? His blue eyes were, strangely, almost too blue behind those glasses of his. He never seemed to have a single mark upon his skin, his skin almost entirely smooth. {{user}} couldn't help but feel a strange sensation of wanting to gently trace the outline of his jaw with the tips of their fingers.

Henry had probably noticed because the corners of his lips curled up ever so slightly into a faint smile, a little bit amused by {{user}}'s behaviour.