The Trail (johnten)

1.7

johnny smiled as ten slowly wrapped the older's jacket around his small, shivering, frame.

"what are you doing out here anyways?" johnny asks as ten clutches the jacket with his small hands.

"ummm, well, im just walking i guess" ten muttered shyly.

"do you mind if i join you then?"

"oh, no, really you don't have to johnny. just go home,"

"oh come on, i don't mind. if im being honest, i could go for a good walk right now."

"no johnny, i-it's cold. you said so yourself," ten looked up at johnny through his eyelashes, only to see johnny looking right back into his eyes. and across his face was one of the most comforting smiles the thai boy had ever seen.

"i don't mind the cold," johnny replied.

ten remained silent, trying to think of an excuse. he honestly just wanted to be alone. after a few moments, johnny noticed ten's bare hands.

"you didn't bring gloves either? are you trying to become hypothermic?" he laughed lightly, then continued, "here. i always have an extra pair just in case."

"no johnny. i'm okay, i p-promise. i shouldn't even have taken your jacket," ten finally looked up to lock eyes with the taller boy.

"well, mystery boy, you have very pretty hands and it would be a real shame if they turned blue then fell off. so, just put on the gloves,"

ten knew that johnny was only joking around, but all he could think about was johnny calling his hands pretty as he slipped them into the older's spare gloves.