Rhys fixes the scarf around his neck, cold wind tugging at his fur lined coat and the insistent snowflakes somehow keep finding their way under his many layers of clothes. Jack isnât faring much better, chasing the indignant clatter of his teeth with a cup of mulled wine, because of course he had to be stubborn and say he, and let Rhys quote him on that, âwasnât some whimpering, soft, warmth-loving baby kraggon and he could handle the cold like a manâ. Like a man meaning without gloves or a scarf. Their guide for the day, has left them at a fairly remote little hut, humble on the outside but furnished like a palace suited for a CEO on the inside, Rhysâ private quarters this side of Pandora. The tour has left them both exhausted and chilled to the bone, last few moments before they inevitably retreat into the welcoming warmth of the indoors and the fire crackling in the hearth. The setting down sun makes the snow glimmer, the harsh outlines of the mountains softened with the warm orange. Jack scoots closer, breath misting in front of his lips, cheeks and the tips of his ears reddened from the cold. Now, face to face with the other man, hands that are verging on being frostbitten by now, start aimlessly drifting over Rhysâ front, probably looking for a way to warm up, regardless, he doesnât chase Jack away, letting him offer this weird kind of affection. His intentions become clear once he tries to stealthily unwrap the scarf looped a couple of times around Rhysâ neck, a colourful if rather unevenly knitted gift from Gortys. âOh hell no, forget it You should have brought your own!â He just about catches the end of the scar before it completely slips free from around his neck and the rough tug he gives, makes the fabric tighten around Jackâs throat and pull him closer, crashing into Rhysâ chest.âF-fuck,â it comes out choked, followed with a few coughs, âcome on pumpkin, I brought -you- with me and it looks like..â instead of pulling away, but despite still not releasing his end of the scarf, Jack chooses to keep the proximity, his cold nose now pushed into the crook of Rhysâ neck, âyouâve got all I need, so,â he can pick up traces of sweet alcohol on Jackâs breath when the man smirks against his skin and then has the audacity to bite, âdonât be a little bitch, you donât want your best buddy catching some nasty cold, do ya?âNo he doesnât, not because he cares, and how suiting thatâd be, but because heâs quite certain Jack would turn out to be the most annoying, whining patient ever and he doesnât feel like dealing with not only having his bedroom occupied by an unwelcome guest but also acting as a nurse slash temporary slave to one, bed-ridden Handsome Jack.âI donât but I donât want to be sick either, get inside if you are this coldâŠââThat is precisely what Iâm doing right now kitten,â closely followed by the sound of a pulled down zipper and Jack worms himself under Rhysâ opened coat, arms coming around his waist and looking for a way to slide under his sweater, âdamn, youâre like a lilâ heater under all those layers!ââ âs because baby kraggons are smart enough to keep heating pads in their pockets,â he could chase Jack away but the lips trailing down his throat do quite a good job of keeping him placated and so Rhys only buries his face in the mussed hair at the crown of Jackâs head. Usually, Rhys doesnât share, especially not with Jack, but in this case, he can make an exception and settle on having his scarf loosely wrapped around the two of them for a little while longer.With his arms now securely keeping the coat snuggly around the other man, Rhys breaths Jack in and then breaths his worry out, a little cloud of condensation drifting away to dissipate in the cold wind.Later, he will let Jack peel one layer after another and warm his restless hands against his skin, but now, the series of light brushes and nips inching up and to his lips, make the hungry kiss, laced with the heady taste of wine, warm his heart. It lasts only as long as it takes for cold fingers to find an opening and slip under his sweater, the surprised yelp swallowed straight from his lips and turned into a cackle ghosting over his skin.