"Phil, you know that's my jacket right?"
"Hm?" he looked down, "Oh yeah, I guess it is. I hadn't noticed." That was bullshit. Of course he had noticed. Dan's scent was all over that jacket, not that Phil minded at all. He had hoped Dan hadn't noticed though. 'He's probably thinking I'm a weirdo or something now.' It was quite the opposite though. Despite Dan being the more talkative one of the duo, Phil was usually the one to start conversation between them. Dan thought it was a bit odd that Phil was practically silent the entire time they had been walking. He could understand why he would be silent if they were at home in front of their laptops, focusing on comments and thinking of video ideas was bound to keep them silent, but with no more distractions he figured Phil would be at least a bit talkative. He was honestly a bit worried; he hoped he hadn't said anything to upset Phil. Although he did agree to take Phil on this little adventure, so there was nothing he could have done to set him off. He dismissed the thought; he didn't think he really needed to worry.
As they were walking, Phil was starting to get a bit cold. Snow was starting to come down a bit heavier now, and the temperature was sure to have dropped at least ten degrees since they left. There were suddenly less and less people appearing on the street, and the pavement seemed desolate aside from the two making their way down the icy street. Phil was sure his ears and nose were starting to get red, and he could almost feel the tips of his fingers starting to numb up. He pulled his scarf up over his nose a bit; he figured it could keep the cold away until he needed to breathe again. He balled his hands into fists in his pockets, wishing he had brought gloves. He looked down at Dan's hands. He was smart enough to keep an extra pair of mittens in his vest pockets, and he didn't have to hide them from the cold. They looked so warm and comforting… Before he could stop himself, his arm reached out and his frosted fingers slipped between Dan's warm ones, intertwining them. Dan immediately stopped in his tracks.
He had noticed out of the corner of his eye that Phil was occasionally glancing at him, but he figured he just saw a particularly interesting snowflake clump on his arm or something. He looked over at him quickly with a brow raised, and Phil's eyes widened as his scarf slipped off his nose.
"Uhm, Phil… What's wrong?" Dan asked, their hands still interlocked. He didn't want to come across as mad when, he figured there had to be a certain reason he wanted to suddenly grab his hand so tenderly in public. Phil's eyes darted around and he sputtered a bit before gaining the ability to respond. His face was definitely red now.
"My hands are cold…" Phil's grip loosened a bit and his fingers slipped out of Dan's grip. "I'm really sorry, I don't know why I did that."
"Uhm," Dan tried to make up for his friend's actions. "G-God Phil," he let out a nervous forced giggle, "Your hands are cold." He gripped Phil's hand tightly and started dragging him down the pavement. "Let's get to the café quick so you can warm up."
