Raju laughs and puts on an extra burst of speed too, the heavy tug of their linked hands making his feet even lighter, and he doesn't bother to close the door before he's pulling Francis by that hand and crashing into him to kiss him, without much regard for how well or badly he's fitting their faces and bodies together.

"Take this damn blanket off me," he rasps as he pulls back, his free hand tugging in an enthusiastic, undirected way at Francis' collar. There must be a cold air blowing in from the open door, but the happiness putting heat off him like a furnace hasn't cooled and he can't feel it. "And everything under it too. It's hot in here."