They had really very well matched dysfunctions, didn't they. Able to rally so long as the other one needed fixing. . . .

Duke took the offered blanket, figuring that was the best invitation he was going to get to actually wrap her up the way he wanted to -- though he was still braced to let go and give her space again if she seemed not to want him to. (He should probably make allowances for how his skin was going to be pretty cold to the touch there for a few minutes.)

"Do you want to go back inside?"