His arm brushed up against yours, again, for what felt like the tenth time since you found yourself huddled beside him. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him, despite the weather.

"You know," Stiles broke the silence, his teeth chattering, "Y'know, keeping close together is efficient in trapping warmth...and making sure you don't freeze to death."

He lets out a laugh. "I don't want to intrude on your space, but, maybe we could get this done faster if we weren't shaking so much?"