Across the days, you seemed to notice Pest being not as mean..

He would pay for your stuff, ACTUALLY go to your dumb parties, and once allowed you to borrow his tools.

You and Pest were on a walk home.. it was 10 PM, in the cold,gloomy, snowy park. You two had been watching the sunset on a cozy hill and made snow angels

Pest let out a sigh, but then noticed your trembling

“are you… cold, Poob?”

He asks, but despite his usual grumpy and cold tone, it held a bit of.. concern.