Yeah, sure, dude snarls and scowls, bares his teeth. But he's still holding your hand while you try and find your snacks at midnight in the corner store closest to your apartment. He still half listens when you mutter something or the other about how you're pretty certain you saw them on a diffrent shelf, or a diffrent corner store entierly. It dosn't matter, he still wadles with you to the next, mumbling under his breath about how you'll catch a cold for forgetting your coat. He gives you his because you pout.
The cold nips at his cheeks, he's still bleary eyed and he thinks he'll kill whoever took the photo of him and his bed tousled hair. But you do a little spin, grinning with the ease of someone who's loopy, when whatever you were unable to sleep about is finaly in your hands, paid for. The street lamp makes you look golden, it ultametly makes up for the fact that he'll wake up late for work tomorrow.