He nods and turns his hat back around, keeping his head low as he follows behind you. You shiver while you walk and soon enough you feel an arm wrap around your waist, drawing you against a warm body. You look up at Red for a moment and keep walking, the little rest house at the bottom glowing softly. You continue on, waving to the nice old lady inside as you walk by her window. As you go lower and lower down the trail it gets warmer, until you have to push Red away and take off your jacket, hanging it around your shoulders loosely. Red takes you hand instead and his Pikachu looks at you from his perch on his right shoulder. You're still mad at him for leaving you behind all those years ago, and it swirls in the pit of your stomach and cramps painfully. Your grip on his hand tightens as you think to yourself, not hearing the slight noise of discomfort he makes when you begin squeezing too hard. He looks down at you to see an irritated scowl on your face, your cheeks flushed red even though it isn't that cold anymore.