"He likes it cold."
You speak quietly as you gaze at your best friend, Mike Wheeler, searching for understanding in his eyes.

"He likes it cold?" he echoes, a hint of confusion lacing his voice. You give a gentle nod, feeling the weight of your words.

Mike lets out a soft sigh, sensing your unease. He steps closer and he stares at you softly for a moment. Empathy was evident in his gaze. He then wrapped his arms around you in a warm, comforting embrace that made you feel a little safer.

"Then I'll keep you warm," he murmurs, his voice filled with care and reassurance.