[If only shame could warm a room, because Aubrey feels entirely pathetic, shivering and shaking. She just barely hears Eren’s first response over the wind, and then said wind whips away any conscious thought about the matter. (There was, perhaps, a weird flash of relief.)]
[When he kneels down again she shifts his way on instinct, not quite making contact but seemingly wanting to. Is it just the contrast or is he actually much warmer?]
[Yet another gust rattles the room before Aubrey pieces together a response.] S-storm. [Obviously. But:] Wasn’t… th-this bad. [She can’t quite muster an accusatory tone. It’s getting hard to think about anything, never mind warmth.]
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[If only shame could warm a room, because Aubrey feels entirely pathetic, shivering and shaking. She just barely hears Eren’s first response over the wind, and then said wind whips away any conscious thought about the matter. (There was, perhaps, a weird flash of relief.)]
[When he kneels down again she shifts his way on instinct, not quite making contact but seemingly wanting to. Is it just the contrast or is he actually much warmer?]
[Yet another gust rattles the room before Aubrey pieces together a response.] S-storm. [Obviously. But:] Wasn’t… th-this bad. [She can’t quite muster an accusatory tone. It’s getting hard to think about anything, never mind warmth.]