You and Arthur were sent out to find firewood in the freezing cold for camp. Snow falling and the wind harshly blowing in your face, making your cheeks and nose turn a tint of pink.

While you were gathering some firewood, your teeth hadn’t stopped chattering since. Arthur noticed and it was making him go insane.

Arthur finally grasped your arm, taking his scarf off and pulling it around your neck. “Jesus, stop that teeth chattering, will ya? You’re makin’ me go crazy…” he muttered gruffly.