âAre you a popical now Amos?â She questioned, scooting herself in a little closer when there was no resistance to her fingers linked in his. He might not have been an overly affectionate one, but she was, especially considering she felt as if it had been far too long since they had seen each other. âGrumpy-bum flavoured popsicle doesnât sound so tasty~.â
     âThatâd be you, actually.â He moved forward a little as well, closing      the distance between them and glancing down at her. Amos had      no objections to displays of affection at times, at least not when it      came to her. However, she tended to get distracted, and the air      around them cooled down along the way. âHonestly, youâre gonna      start givinâ people a cold. And I ainât grumpy, Iâm serious.â


















