[Leave it to Sara to be ever the pragmatist and take matters in her own hands. It's one of the many reasons why he's glad she is the de facto leader of their little ragtag gang of time travellers. Another being, to his surprise, the fact that she looks absolutely adorable curled up into herself with a blanket wrapped around her as tight as can be. Of course, Nate doesn't have a death wish, so that particular thought is just going to remain locked tight in his head.
He drains the cup once she hands it back and leaves it haphazardly beside him before taking full advantage of two free hands to curl up closer to her and enveloping her in a loose embrace, blankets and all. He sighs, shutting his eyes and just tries to picture being warm.
He imagines summer days, Tahiti, anything really other than the bitter cold that reminds him of his childhood spent living in a rickety old house with single pane windows. His brain sputters to a stop when she suggests breaking in to Rip's liquor cabinet and getting drunk. It's the best idea Nate's heard today and he has to force himself not to smile stupidly at her in response.
It's hard to keep the way she lifts his spirits out of his voice though...]
Surprised you haven't already. What's your poison of choice, hmm?
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He drains the cup once she hands it back and leaves it haphazardly beside him before taking full advantage of two free hands to curl up closer to her and enveloping her in a loose embrace, blankets and all. He sighs, shutting his eyes and just tries to picture being warm.
He imagines summer days, Tahiti, anything really other than the bitter cold that reminds him of his childhood spent living in a rickety old house with single pane windows. His brain sputters to a stop when she suggests breaking in to Rip's liquor cabinet and getting drunk. It's the best idea Nate's heard today and he has to force himself not to smile stupidly at her in response.
It's hard to keep the way she lifts his spirits out of his voice though...]
Surprised you haven't already. What's your poison of choice, hmm?