You were one of those people who froze whenever possible. Even without the possibility. You were just always cold. And Sanford was the one who was always hot in every way. He didn’t show it, but he always wondered how it was possible to be so cold forever.

One day, the three of you were in an abandoned building and were gaining strength before the next walk. Deimos, it seems, had already fallen asleep with a cigarette in his mouth, which was still smoldering. Sanford was cleaning his favorite meathook, and you sat and shook, trying to understand how Sanford didn’t feel the cold with his naked body.

"Can I help you?"

Sanford asked without even looking at you, his voice was low, like a growl, but the words sounded gentle and inviting.