Forth stopped walking. He looked at his feet under the snow-covered pavement. Their boots were sprinkled in snow. His triple-layered jacket faired against the cold.
Beam felt the tug on his hand. He looked back at Forth. His husband only gave him a smile. One that seemed to make his eyes sparkle.
"Go on ahead. I'll catch up to you." He told Beam.
"Okay," Beam responded with a clueless grin.
Forth let's go of Beam's hand. The warmth suddenly vanished from him.
He watched as Beam walked away from where he stood. He bit his lips as he stared at his back. When he was certain that Beam was far enough, he gave him another look. He turned around and walked in the opposite direction.