[Dimitri is a furnace unto himself, especially overheated as he is right now. It makes the touch of Felix's hand that much colder, cold to the point that it just worries him instead of getting his heart thumping. The fire has started to get low since he drifted off, hasn't it? He sits back up with a small frown, leaning in to press his forehead to Felix's.]
You're still so cold... I will put another log on the fire.
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You're still so cold... I will put another log on the fire.