“I never said you couldn’t be annoyed,” he murmurs, wriggling slightly as his arse is kneaded like a piece of dough. Affectionately, of course.

He sighs softly and reaches up to pull at the blanket and make a little hole for some fresh air. He attempts to face it away from Ram though - he won’t mind having to breathe second-hand air if it keeps him warm.

Crozier finds Ram’s forehead and presses a kiss to his hairline.