dogsled: (sadness)
Benton Fraser ([personal profile] dogsled) wrote in [community profile] thelockbox 2014-07-07 03:44 am (UTC)

[ It's a bad thing to dwell, Benton would tell him. Ration packs and snow rehydrated soup can be delicious if you're not dreaming of T-bone steak.

In his usual habit of always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time:
]

I suggest you take it up with our quarry.

[ One night without the snow or the wind, one night not huddled up close to the fire trying to pretend he was warm. He catches on, albeit slowly, and closes the firedoor, locking it. The wood hisses, still damp, spitting out pine sap and melted snow. It'd take a while to dry out enough to burn properly.

Meanwhile Ray is tucked up inside every scrap of blanket and spare clothing they have, and he still looks cold.
]

Here.

[ It's not as though he needs his coat - the one with the fur ruff - it's already a few degrees warmer inside, and there's no biting wind to cut into him. He doesn't wait for Ray to take the coat, but sets it across his shoulders, using the excuse of being close to lay the back of his fingers against Kowalski's forehead to check for fever. ]

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