After watching yet another Christmas special, this time about a talking snowman, Rose had pulled on her coat, boots, and mittens, slipping her hand into his, and had pulled him out here, convinced that they needed to make their own snowman.
For the first few minutes, he simply watched with a raised eyebrow as she rolled up the newly fallen snow, glancing over to him every few moments, and eventually standing up and stepping right in front of him, grinning, hands on her hips.
"You can't just stand there an' watch, god of mischief. I don't care if it's beneath you to roll up some snow. You're goin' to do it with me, 'cause you wouldn't have let me drag you out here unless you were goin' to do more than just stand there an' watch me."
He suppressed a smile, reminding himself for the tenth time since they came out here exactly why she was off limits, why he shouldn't close that short distance between them now as she teased him about making a silly snowman. Because what did that matter? Years from now, flipping through a scrapbook of their time together in his mind, what significance would a simple man of snow hold when he had lost her, when she was gone and had forgotten him, when she was traversing the stars once more with her star crossed Doctor? Wouldn't everything finally be worth it, wouldn't everything be more important, if he made the leap, even if she let him slip and it all exploded around him?
His intense gaze never left hers as he waved a hand absentmindedly, and behind her, the snow assembled itself into a perfect snowman. She pulled her eyes away from his for a moment to glance back at the snow. "Oi!" She glanced back to him. "That's not ho—"
She was cut off by his lips pressing cautiously to hers, and she froze, her mind seemingly unable to tell her what to do. After just a moment, he pulled, eyebrows flicking upwards, and after a moment, unsure, she lifted herself onto her tiptoes to resume the kiss, all thoughts of snowmen gone.
He smiled.