Raju grins at him, panting out breaths that mist between them in the cold like smoke. The cold that he can't feel just now; he's fulfilling Francis' dream for him just by being here. He thinks it, watching the face that's familiar and strange all at once, feeling Francis' jumper under his hands and the skin under it against the backs of his fingers and then he's leaning forward, kissing along Francis' clean jaw and toward his neck.