Kirihara bit his bottom lip; he gazed out the window, pushing his thumbs against one another. He gave a quick look to his side then looked right back to the window.
With slight hesitance, he lifted his hand up and slowly ran his finger over the foggy, frostbitten window. After a minute he brought his hand down, but before placing it back onto his lap, turned to poke the body beside him.
He looked down at his fidgeting hands, refusing to look up. He could feel the other's eyes gazing over him; he could now hear his heart pounding in his ears reddened, ears.
He jumped, once another hand entered his vision, watching as the hand wrapped around his own, feeling the cold skin slowly run over his skin.
There was a soft chuckle, cold lips made contact with a heated cheek, then weight then made its way to his shoulder.
"I guess I can let it slide, idiot."
Kirihara's body became relaxed slightly, and he looked over to get a face full of hair. He smiled and kissed the top of the resting head.
He then looked back towards the frosted window, reading over the written letters, with a content smile now on his face.
I'm sorry.