Jay

Raf shivers, hands palming at his arms before raking up and then down, trying to rub some warmth into his body through the warm fleece of Josh’s jumper. He glances around, eyes jumping from where the others are either huddled together —in Scotty and Bo’s case— or spread out in the area, hunched over with their arms wrapped around themselves, still choosing to keep to themselves even though it’s been a week without a single sign of rescue and they’re all steadily losing hope it’ll ever come.

Henry, Seth’s brother, had made a comment earlier in the week about how sticking close together would help generate body heat and keep the frigid air at bay, but everyone had just avoided each other's eyes and refused to say another word about it. It seems they’d all rather freeze to death than do anything to ease their survival, and Raf isn’t about to argue against it.

He shudders again, the cool breeze sending spikes down his spine, fingernails biting in as he squeezes his arms around his knees and drops his head to lean his forehead against their caps. His teeth grit together almost painfully and he regrets, not for the first time, not bringing a jacket with him on the plane. Of course, at the time he hadn’t seen the point, but hindsight is always 20/20.

“Here,” someone says, jolting Raf from his thoughts. His head spins as he tilts his head up to look, eyebrows furrowing when he finds Josh standing over him, a big orange jacket in hand and a small smile on his face. He looks shy and awkward, which isn’t too far from how Raf himself is feeling. “Take my jacket.”

Josh holds the jacket out, his eyes growing wide and expectant as he waits. Raf stares at him a moment, wondering if he should decline, but then Josh shakes the jacket out and leans down, draping it over Raf’s shoulders firmly.

Before Raf can even think to respond, say thank you, or you don’t need to worry about it, Josh walks away. Raf’s words die on his tongue and he looks down, swallowing thickly and clutching the jacket tighter to his body. It’s warm, and smells faintly the same as the jumper Josh offered him their first night here, and it’s almost comforting, unfamiliar as it is.