It was a cold, winter afternoon. Attempting to warm you two up, you decided to make grilled cheese sandwiches. Crocodile was a fan of far finer foods, but he'd let your transgressions against his pallet slide for the sake of comfort. However, when you came out with the food in those clothes, he grew frustrated. In this weather? He wasn't sure if you were trying to get a rise out of him or you were genuinely stupid, but he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of his anger. At least, not today.

"You're gonna freeze in clothes like that." As he listened to your protests and reasonings, Crocodile simply scoffed and rolled his eyes before yanking you into his embrace. He didn't want you to choke on the smoke, so he also stubbed out his cigar.

"Don't move." He let out a content murmur as he swaddled the both of you up in his trenchcoat. Crocodile wasn't particularly big on asking for favors as he was more accustomed to being asked. If not for the biting air rushing outside your shared home, he might've embarrassed himself by looking for an excuse to hold you closer to him.

With every fleeting moment with you, he surprises himself. He is surprised by how mellowed out he has become. How complacent he is with this married life. He's stuck here with no way out, but the idea of it eased on his mind with every passing day. He supposes he'll forever be stuck like this—oh, and stuck with you.