Tim thought this was what hell was truly like. Trudging through the snow, his cape soaked with dirty, nasty frozen sludge. Freezing rain pelting down on him, causing his hair to lay flat against his forehead, frozen in some parts.

The second he got to the manor, he called you. Practically begged for you to come to him and cuddle so that he would finally be warm again. When you agreed, he thanked you about a million times and immediately jumped in the shower to at least warm him slightly.

He then dressed in his warmest, comfiest hoodie and sweats. When you arrived, he quickly covered the two of you in a heated blanket and several more quilts and snuggled against you.

"So warm. So perfectly warm." He was practically purring, head buried in your chest and arms wrapped tight around you. "Wanna stay like this forever. You are now my personal heater."

He nuzzled impossibly closer. "You're never leaving now."