"Are you cold?"

Beck shakes his head absently, his gaze never leaving the window. His lower lip is caught between his teeth, and he worries it as he thinks, occasionally releasing it to run his tongue over the swollen flesh. He comes to himself with a start as a blanket is draped around his shoulders. He turns away from the window to look up at Todd, brow furrowed in confusion.

"I'm okay," he says.

Todd nods, sitting down beside him on the bed and cuddling in close, wrapping the thick blanket around them both. "I know."

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