This is so extremely triggering. Everything about this situation is triggering. You'd rant about this later on your blog that nobody follows. Trigger Warnings for #Public Display of Affection.

Porrim knows how much you hate holding hands with her. Or at least, you assume she does. You only mention it every other hour of every other day, but if she ever really listens to you, she sure as hell doesn't make a point to show it. In fact, she does just about the opposite, and decides to hold your hand every chance she gets.

Like now. You and she were on the way back to her hive together after purchasing hot caffeinated beverages to warm up. The winter perigees can get colder than you'd like. Your one hand was wrapped around the drink, not really drinking it, just relishing in its warmth, and the other was hanging by your side. You should've worn gloves and Porrim knows it, which must be the reason why she takes your hand in hers and slides her fingers between yours.

Your face immediately heats up, which is part of the reason you don't like being affectionate in public. People take notice of this sort of thing, and although it's socially accepted that you're being accompanied by a jadeblood, mutants are still generally looked down upon. And you relay all of this to Porrim for the umpteenth time, though of course she doesn't listen.

"You know, I told you to wear gloves before we left. This is your own fault." she says finally, after a good thirty seconds of ignoring you. "Besides, isn't this much better than risking frostbite?"

"I have pockets, thank you very much!" With that, you yank your hand away from hers and stuff it into your jacket pocket. You mentally kick yourself for that once you see the downturn of Porrim's lips, as you don't like seeing her genuinely upset, but what's done is done. You just hope she won't take this too personally.

You spend the rest of the walk home wishing you had let her have her way.