He's shivering too, though not as constantly as she is and his heart must be working double time to try to heat him up if what she can feel pounding away despite all the fabric in the way is any indication. She thinks that's a good sign though - as long as he doesn't have a sudden heart attack - because if he was really in trouble his heart would be sluggish instead of really... really? fast. She's not sure. She's never been in a situation where she had to pay attention to someone's heart before.
She's just debating whether it's okay to ask him to unbutton his outer shirt so that she can tuck into it as well and maybe trap more heat between them as well as do something about all the exposed skin on her shoulders and arms when his hands move instead. If she weren't already shivering, she would have started a little at the surprise touch and if she wasn't so cold and a little bit sluggish because of it herself, she might have popped him one good in the chin before she realizes that his hands were reaching for her arms, not her chest and he's trying to work heat back into them. It's not the most comfortable thing, cold stiff leather against her bare skin but she's not going to complain, surprised instead by his taking the initiative.
It's... nice. Being taken care of. Even though she's supposed to be the one taking care of everyone instead. His hands pull away almost before he starts though and she frowns against him, wondering if she accidentally flinched or something to make him stop or if he just decided to. Him moving jostles her though, indicative of something else going on and so she shifts around against him, legs pulling up to tuck around behind him a little and looks to see what he's up to just as she finds a pair of gloves in front of her. It has her blinking in confusion but then her eyes go wide and fly up to his face - or the lips and chin of it that she can see from her angle. Because holy crap!
He talked!
Well, kind of. It was all whispered and rough throated and all so maybe he really does have a problem or an injury that keeps him from talking but still -
He talked to her.
There's a little burst of giddiness that goes with the realization, as if she's somehow unlocked an accomplishment or done something of special merit even though she hasn't done anything at all but - Clyde actually spoke to her. It has the little smile slipping out and curling her lips, hint of teeth and the last of a childhood dimple showing and she takes the gloves from him even though she knows it's a sacrifice on his part and it's for her sake. Somehow it seems worse to turn down his sacrifice than to let him have cold hands and she worries that that's selfish of her.
"Thanks." It comes out a whisper of her own and she feels warmer even before she pulls the gloves on her hands where they don't fit and hang a little bit loose but that's okay because they're warm and they've already got his trapped heat and it means they're friends or close to friends or closer at least. When she settles against him again, it's more relaxed and she still tucks her hands up against her chest but suddenly it's not so bad and she's not so scared and pretending not to be because things don't seem quite so overwhelming anymore.
"Sorry. About this. It's not usually so bad up here. Just - the weather's funny sometimes. We'll be okay though. It won't last long."
DW = deviousness withheld (I'm incognito)
She's just debating whether it's okay to ask him to unbutton his outer shirt so that she can tuck into it as well and maybe trap more heat between them as well as do something about all the exposed skin on her shoulders and arms when his hands move instead. If she weren't already shivering, she would have started a little at the surprise touch and if she wasn't so cold and a little bit sluggish because of it herself, she might have popped him one good in the chin before she realizes that his hands were reaching for her arms, not her chest and he's trying to work heat back into them. It's not the most comfortable thing, cold stiff leather against her bare skin but she's not going to complain, surprised instead by his taking the initiative.
It's... nice. Being taken care of. Even though she's supposed to be the one taking care of everyone instead. His hands pull away almost before he starts though and she frowns against him, wondering if she accidentally flinched or something to make him stop or if he just decided to. Him moving jostles her though, indicative of something else going on and so she shifts around against him, legs pulling up to tuck around behind him a little and looks to see what he's up to just as she finds a pair of gloves in front of her. It has her blinking in confusion but then her eyes go wide and fly up to his face - or the lips and chin of it that she can see from her angle. Because holy crap!
He talked!
Well, kind of. It was all whispered and rough throated and all so maybe he really does have a problem or an injury that keeps him from talking but still -
He talked to her.
There's a little burst of giddiness that goes with the realization, as if she's somehow unlocked an accomplishment or done something of special merit even though she hasn't done anything at all but - Clyde actually spoke to her. It has the little smile slipping out and curling her lips, hint of teeth and the last of a childhood dimple showing and she takes the gloves from him even though she knows it's a sacrifice on his part and it's for her sake. Somehow it seems worse to turn down his sacrifice than to let him have cold hands and she worries that that's selfish of her.
"Thanks." It comes out a whisper of her own and she feels warmer even before she pulls the gloves on her hands where they don't fit and hang a little bit loose but that's okay because they're warm and they've already got his trapped heat and it means they're friends or close to friends or closer at least. When she settles against him again, it's more relaxed and she still tucks her hands up against her chest but suddenly it's not so bad and she's not so scared and pretending not to be because things don't seem quite so overwhelming anymore.
"Sorry. About this. It's not usually so bad up here. Just - the weather's funny sometimes. We'll be okay though. It won't last long."