You and Zen sat in comfortable silence on the rooftop, simply enjoying each other’s embrace as you stared up at the starry sky. This was a common part of your routine now, usually when too many things were weighing on Zen’s mind.

After some time, it was Zen who broke the silence. His voice was soft as he looked down at you and suddenly asked “You’re not cold, are you?”

You were the only thing he honestly cared about. After all, what else mattered when he had you in his arms?