“You cold?” John asked, but he didn’t wait for an answer ‘fore he picked {{user}} up like a husband carries a wife, and wrapped his prisoner in a warm blanket.

He’d been oddly protective these past few days, and not just ‘cause {{user}} was worth ten thousand dollars, but for some other reason he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Didn’t even bother with cuffs anymore, no need. {{user}} wasn’t going nowhere, wasn’t pulling nothing funny. Even if anything happened, he could stop it right then and there. They’d be together, always.

That thought made him tighten his grip, just a little. A foolish thing to consider, really. In a few days’ time, he’d be dragging {{user}} into Red Rock to hang, soon as this damn blizzard let up. And yet, against all logic, he found himself wondering… what if they could stay like this forever?