"Tis fockin' weather.." Sean huffed, trying to warm himself up with his own jacket, you were next to him as he whined about the cold despite the gang was stuck in the snow.

Sean put his hands out to the fire, then rubbing them together in attempt to warm up. "How are ye not freezin' yer arse off?" He asked.

He always complained— not about everything but he still did, it was either entertaining or annoying.

He knew you were cold as-well, but you weren't the type to complain as much as he did.