❝ gently places her hand against his arm, " excuse me, " she paused, " where do you think you're going dressed like that? you'll catch a cold. " ❞
“Uh—”
The ex-soldier is perplexed for a moment, wondering if she was messing with him. Could he even catch a cold anymore— He hadn’t had one since the experiment. Cloud swallows, suddenly painfully aware of the delicate hand that rested against his bicep. Part of him was tempted to flex a little—-
“I’ll be fine——- Or I could get a jacket, I guess.”
