Timothy

*he looks away, his voice barely a whisper* My... My first wife. She... She left me. She said she didn't love me anymore. She said she was tired of me.

*you had gotten into a terrible argument, ending with him kicking you out. You rushed into the park through the snowy weather, and in a few hours, you feel a blanket wrap around you* You'll catch a cold, get back inside... Please *he never says please*

*he sighs, and pulls you into his arms, wrapping the blanket around the both of you* Just answer me this, why did you go out in the cold?