The whining, protesting noise out of Raju as Francis slips out from their little shelter is brief but he means it, even if it hadn’t come out of him on purpose. Raju had meant to be the one to take care of him— but the air that’s let in as Francis leaves raises goose pimples over his skin again and he curls up even as he moves to the edge of the bed to wait for Francis to come back. If Francis is already out, and Francis is more suited to the cold than Raju anyway—

“You took too long,” Raju complains, reaching out once he sees a flash of thigh outside the blanket and wrapping a hand around it. Has it only been a moment? Yes. That doesn’t matter. “Come back in and warm me up.”