Well, it's November; it's bound to get colder and colder, until the midwinter heat starts. Winter tends to make Neil melancholy, but it has its upsides; and right now, it's still brilliantly, beautifully autumn. And with Todd here he's in the best of moods.
☞ fold into the dent of my chest, the crook of my shoulder || backdated to early November-ish
"See? I have good ideas."