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"When is this rain gonna stop?" Nepeta bemoaned, taking shelter under Karkat's red umbrella. "It's freezing cold!" Her footsteps paled beneath Karkat's as the rain pattered around them, splashing them slightly with drops of water every so often.
"Jesus, it's not that bad," Karkat retorted, rolling his eyes. He'd been in conditions like this before, coming from rainy Chicago, so it wasn't new to him. However, Nepeta was out of her element, and apparantly cold.
"Says the one completely under the umbrella," Nepeta snapped, her jaw set and her eyes narrowed. Karkat reaffirmed his grip on the umbrella before answering.
"Look, it's your fault you didn't bring a coat," Karkat told her, adding,"And your tennis shoes are falling apart, anyway." Nepeta shot him a look.
"At least you have something to keep you warm," Nepeta complained, rubbing her arms,"I'm walking here, about to die of hypothermia, while you couldn't be warmer."
"Look, do you want my jacket or not?" Karkat asked swiftly, looking down at Nepeta. Nepeta nearly stopped in her tracks, eyes widened, and slightly startled. She looked up at Karkat.
"But, then, you'll be cold," Nepeta answered, leaning in slightly. Karkat shrugged softly, not really caring all that much.
"I've got the umbrella, after all," Karkat explained, and, after a moment of prolonged silence, said,"Look, do you want it or not, it's a simple question."
Nepeta pursed her lips for a moment before carefully answering,"Yeah, I want it."
Karkat handed Nepeta the umbrella for a moment as he shrugged it off, most of the warmth leaving him. He took the umbrella back and gave her the jacket in return, watching her as she pulled it on. It was slightly too big for her, which meant her hands were only a little visible from the sleeves. Well, if that wasn't really fucking cute, he didn't know what was.
"Better?"
"Yeah, thanks."
God, she must've been cold, for her cheeks were tinged pink and he noticed his were doing the exact same thing.