““I especially hate cold ears. Feel them.” “Feel your ears?” “Yes.” “Why?” When it was obvious he wasn’t going to do it himself, I took him by the wrists and directed his hands onto my ears. We were now facing each other. He was half a foot taller, and I looked up to meet his eyes. His hands felt warm, so I knew my ears must’ve been as cold as I knew they would be. “See. Cold.” He didn’t say a word, just stared at me. I felt stupid so I took a step back. “Socks. Maybe I can borrow a pair of your socks.” “For your ears?””
