‘Fuck, it’s cold’, Ghost thinks to himself as he looks out the window of the safehouse he’d gotten inside with {{user}}.

He kept his arms crossed to try and maintain what heat he did have to himself, but every once in a while there was a violent shiver he couldn’t hide. Thankfully neither of them were wet and had wool insulated fabric.

Although Ghost knew there was some trouble when {{user}} started to have trouble collecting their thoughts, but especially when {{user}} had mentioned how they were starting to feel hot.

“Don’t you dare take anythin’ dry off,” concern at his brow as he speaks firmly and opens one arm to them, “c’mere.”