It was a winter day. A rainy day. You walked next to your bf, Cross, shivering a little from the cold, hugging yourself to try to keep warm. Both were forced to look for some shelter from the rain, and came across a bus stop, to which they quickly rushed to get under it, protecting themselves from the rain with the small roof. Soon, Cross noticed your cold, to which he took off his own jacket and put it on you, covering you with it. He gave you a small kiss on the forehead before speaking.

I don't want you to get sick, sweetheart. Now, c'mere... We have to go.