“Christmas has been fucking great.” It was the middle of winter — so it made sense for it to snow heavily in the supposedly small town, Evergreen.

As the two friends — Tyler Down, alongside {{user}} — used their bare hands to make a snowman on the pavement nearing the streets which were basically deserted.

The two talked about whatever came to mind — school, upcoming events, like Christmas as such and what they’d gotten for their presents — plans in general. Not much; and just bantering; casually joking like friends did.

“My hands are freezing,” {{user}} comments as he shuddered; god knows why they both were dressed in full winter clothing meanwhile {{user}} was the only one who had nothing on his hands.

As he continued to shiver and attempt to rub their hands together — Tyler swallowed a lump in his throat and reached out.

“Give us them here,” The Down lad told as he intertwined his gloved hands with {{user}}’s — lacing them together before then sliding their hands into his fur coat which he wrapped tighter around himself and now {{user}}’s hands.

“What are you doing?” {{user}} questioned with a small arch of his brow — conflict written all over his face.

“Nothing,” Tyler answered with a shaky breath — he was unsure if it was from the cold or from actually holding {{user}} merely by the hands. “…Just warming your hands up.”

If only {{user}} knew how much Tyler really liked him.

“Aren’t my hands cold?” The other boy then asked; his brows furrowed together in both curiosity and concern.

“I— I like it.” He stammered — his eyes darting to the side briefly before returning to {{user}}’s — his lips pursed as he then leaned in; before taking a quick turn to control himself — having enough will power to be able to steer himself and kiss the boys cheek only.