Astro shivered, watching his breath disappear into the crisp night air. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, covering the ground in a soft, glistening white blanket.

"It's cold here, Sprout..." Astro murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sprout, standing beside him, smiled warmly despite the chill. Without hesitation, he stepped closer, wrapping his own scarf around Astro’s shoulders before gently patting his back.

"Don't worry, I'm here, Astro." His voice was soft, reassuring- like a flickering lantern in the cold darkness.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, simply standing together in the quiet of the snowfall. The cold still lingered, but with Sprout's presence so close, it didn't seem so bad anymore.

(You can be anyone, idm.)