[He laughs, nudging against his shoulder in his half turn. His back may be warm, but he doesn't sit still— and that's for a reason, actually. He doesn't want to fall asleep, or lose all of his energy. He's really feeling the cold, but he doesn't want it to show. They're both like this, after all.]
I know how to read a man's eyes. [His arms cross, to keep some warmth there, and his legs cross, too.] You haven't left me face first in the snow yet.
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[He laughs, nudging against his shoulder in his half turn. His back may be warm, but he doesn't sit still— and that's for a reason, actually. He doesn't want to fall asleep, or lose all of his energy. He's really feeling the cold, but he doesn't want it to show. They're both like this, after all.]
I know how to read a man's eyes. [His arms cross, to keep some warmth there, and his legs cross, too.] You haven't left me face first in the snow yet.