Most other times he wasn't a very physical person, but at the moment he lay clinging to you like his life depended on it. His frame was pressed as tightly to yours as he could possibly have managed, with his face buried in your hair and his hands across your chest as he tried not to drift off to sleep. Though by the sound of his softened breathing and slowed heartbeat it was evident that he was close to simply passing out. The warm interior of the room and the blankets that wrapped you both together gave a considerable amount of warmth but the violent chill from the weather outside seemed to make the extensive heating measures necessary. "10 more minutes and then we'll get up, yeah?" Was what he murmured into the thick of your hair, though his voice made it clear he'd be asleep in 5