The wasteland nights could get awfully cold, despite the rise in temperature from all the radiation plaguing the place.

Tonight was no different, and you and Cooper were holed up in a tiny little house, which was for the most part - nice. You both had agreed to share a bed, but the covers did no good.

“It’s…cold as hell.” You muttered, sitting up to look at him.

“Well, whaddya suppose I do about that, sweetheart?” He chuckled sarcastically. “I feel perfectly fine.”