It was cold out. Getting colder. And. There she was, and they were both working on that breathing thing. And that meant that he was going to have to shrug out of his jacket, and drape it over her shoulders, and then pull her close. And maybe never let go.

"You are. This. Right now. You are." He took another breath, and turned enough so that he could bury his face in her hair. Kissed the top of her head. "Some of it's... I mean, you don't wanna hear it. It's dirty. I said you didn't have to be okay with it, and I meant that. This here. This is... Us. This is good. Just, on the side of us, I think I gotta find somethin' to make myself useful with, is all."

Something that, preferably, didn't consist mostly of drinking and torturing Smoochy the adorable television rhino.