[She makes a face, that's as far as the fussing goes on her end, especially when she sees him peeling fabric away from bone-white fingers. Fine. Maybe they ought to wait before darting off for the hills and bucking off everything they've built up.
Chloe goes in for his hands, tucking them against the inner seam of her coat so his skin hits hers.]
Fastest way to heat up. [As if they need the justification.]
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Chloe goes in for his hands, tucking them against the inner seam of her coat so his skin hits hers.]
Fastest way to heat up. [As if they need the justification.]