#tintchang

“Well, I didn't, did I?” huffed Tchang. “In China, if it looks like it's going to be cloudy, it is cloudy. If it looks like it's going to be sunny, it is sunny. You'd think the Belgian climate was hormonal with the amount of mood swings it goes through!”

Tintin's laugh was enough to turn up the corners of Tchang's mouth, but he was still unpleasantly cold. He wrinkled his nose, which tingled anytime his body dropped below a certain temperature.

Then, arms were wrapped around him. It made his heart flutter and his face flush red, but he summoned all of his might to ignore the warmth filling him with pleasure, and pull away. “Tintin, no. Not in public. If anyone suspected anything..”

Tintin pulled back immediately, almost like he had been struck. An expression familiar to him passed over his face, blank and empty, as he caught up with himself, and mentally chided his own idiotic blatancy.

A twinge of guilt sat in Tchang's stomach like a small pebble, knowing that what he had said was true - they really had to be careful - but worrying that he had expressed this too harshly.

He tried rubbing his hands up and down his arms in an attempt to create friction, but didn't need to, as warmth enveloped his shoulders. He looked at Tintin, who was no longer wearing his coat.

“Oh, but.. won't you be cold?”

“It will take more than a little breeze to defeat me!” The internationally-famed journalist winked. “Don't you worry. I'm fine.”

Tchang shrugged on the arms of the coat, relishing in the relief of the newfound heat. “At least roll your sleeves down.”

“Is that really necessary?”

“You have to do it, or I'll feel bad.” the shorter of the two stated dramatically, though his voice was muffled, seeing as he had pulled the collar right up over his chin.

Tintin tutted, but complied anyway, rolling down the sleeves of his jumper so that the blue fabric - for once - fit snugly around his wrists. “Happy?”

“Very.” replied Tchang. He inhaled the smell of the coarse brown material, the smell of Tintin. It made his insides feel just as cosy as his outsides.