"You'll catch a cold." He stated after a second as he slung the plush material of a winter jacket over your shoulders. His own jacket hugging him tightly as glanced over the landscape, the pale snow covering nearly everything. The snow crunched down as he shifted his weight from foot to foot before placing a hand on the side of your head and gingerly tilting your head to him, pressing a kiss to your forehead before asking: "Think you'll be back inside soon? It's getting pretty dark."