[ As far as he was concerned, this was all that any emergency winter weather kit needed - nice blanket, and some irish hot chocolate. Perfect, right? They'd even stumbled across a little shack that was working well enough. One of them had come back in with firewood - at this point he genuinely didn't remember if it had been him who went out and got it or if she had, he was just cold, trying to keep his core warm because it and his feet always got cold first and one was a little more life-threatening than the other, and burying himself into the cushions as far as he could with his half of the blanket managed to work. The water - it had been snow - was coming to a boil, and he could already almost smell the concoction, feel the warmth of the hot-hot-too-hot-mug in his hands as he waited for it to cool - oh it was going to be lovely.
In the meanwhile, he was so cold though that he wasn't even really talking that much. Nothing to be annoying about when you're just not paying attention to it, or when you have a hole in your chest right to your heart and you're starting to slow down because you don't feel cold from the outside so much as you feel it from the inside radiating outwards. He pushes in deeper, curls up more, watches the water as best as he can from this little cocoon he's making. ]
well /i/ like it | and hope this is cool
In the meanwhile, he was so cold though that he wasn't even really talking that much. Nothing to be annoying about when you're just not paying attention to it, or when you have a hole in your chest right to your heart and you're starting to slow down because you don't feel cold from the outside so much as you feel it from the inside radiating outwards. He pushes in deeper, curls up more, watches the water as best as he can from this little cocoon he's making. ]