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“Go away, you're cold.”
A hand pushed his head aside, but that did not stop him from crawling toward Sam.
“That's the point,” Higgs muttered and wriggled under the man's blanket, shivering as a thin cloud of cold, white air appeared in front of his face. His fingers felt stiff as he wrapped them around the blanket and pulled it tight over both bodies, burying his face in the hollow of Sam's shoulder.
Sam groaned and rolled onto his back, carrying Higgs with him so that the boy was a sort of improvised second blanket for him, covering his entire body as he lay on top of the porter.
“It's still your fault. You should suffer for it,”
He growled and tried to find a comfortable position, but no matter how many times he shifted his weight, he always ended up with a root, stone, or branch hitting him in the back. He let out a frustrated sigh.
“It's as much my fault as yours,” he observed and pushed a cold hand under Sam's robe to steal some of his warmth. His hand was pushed away with a growl by Sam.
“Don't you dare turn this around,” and if nothing else, his words were as cold as the weather and Higgs shivered again. “You got us lost! Why won't you admit your mistake? You stupid asshole…” he muttered the last part under his breath and winced when a warm tongue met the skin under his ear.
“I got us exactly where I wanted us to be,” was Higgs' simple reply, nibbling on Sam's earlobe before kissing him and withdrawing his lips. “It's not my fault that the snow came so early this year that we couldn't use the mountain trail.”
“You should have been prepared,” huffed Sam, who knew he was unable to blame Higgs, but his anger needed to be vented and he needed someone to focus it on.
“We'll be there tomorrow, this is just a little delay.”
“It's freezing cold, Higgs,” and surprisingly Sam's voice was as calm as possible, which encapsulated something even more terrifying than his usual kicks.
“It isn't if you stop whimpering and let me warm you up,” he murmured, and his cold nose pressed against Sam's shoulder as he pushed his hands under the older man's body and held him close. ““It's already getting warmer, see?” he murmured softly and closed his eyes.
Sam scoffed. “I fear that depends on what 'warm' means to you” but he wrapped an arm around Higgs's shoulders and let his palm go down to his lower back, curling his fingers slightly. Higgs was right, it was certainly warmer, but Sam would never admit it out loud.
Higgs hummed in response, his breathing deep and soothing, and the only sound that disturbed the silence was the wind blowing outside.