Isaac lets out a little chuckle, letting the warmth of Peter's breath warm his fingers until they're limber enough to fit back into his glove. Peter's coat is ruined now, but Isaac isn't quite ready to sit down and cuddle out the warmth quite yet. Instead, he turns his gaze toward the bright moon above them both, his eyes flickering yellow before he blinks it away, idly scratching at Peter's ears.

"Feels better- so much better- than being up there. It's still there, but I can think through it."