Bramblepoint countless

Of course there would be a next time. Even if only because he sort of just agreed to it. They had a winter to get through after all, right? She had every intention of making him her space heater now. As long as he still never protested against it.

"Why don't we just tell them the truth?"

Why not? She had figured they could but she wondered if that was what he wanted. She was no mind reader, she had no clue what he wanted to make of all of this. Okay. No meekness, no protest, simply agreeing. It would be hard to protest anyway when she was buried into his curled form. She even noticed how he had draped his head over her own. It filled her with an unfamiliar comfort. She soaked in the moment with silence — although she wondered which one of them would break it first.