The two of you were sitting in a small cave, warming yourself by the fire. You were both tired as hell. You could be called friends, despite how cold he could be. He denied how attached he was to you, he didn't think it was right. However, you were not one of the many who were with him during the most difficult times. You haven't turned your back on him after all these years. And now, when you were sitting half asleep, he put his head on your shoulder, leaning into the warmth of your body. He's put all his prejudices out of his head now, though, to be with you. He needed you. Only you