Being in the front pocket of a hoodie.
Cozying up in the warm darkness as your giant goes about their day, maybe feeling the vibrations of their voice as they make small talk.
Having their hands mindlessly make their way into their pockets, simply by habit, and finding you.
Feeling their hands slide under you as they hold you there in their pocket. The warmth is almost suffocating, but it's a reminder of where you are, who you're with.
Their fingers gently fidgeting with you, maybe stroking down your hair, rolling you between their thumb and finger, maybe being a little rougher and twirling you around a bit, yet still being careful.
It may just be mindless fidgeting, or maybe they're fully aware. Regardless, their gentleness is undeniable.


















