[Having his warmth, and his hand rubbing his back goes a long way at least. The frost and fog was receding, but there was still a lingering layer. He grasps a bit of his clothes, then moves his hand along his partner's back, up to his neck, into his hair and back down. He just had to be absolutely sure. He press his face into his partner's chest, picking up his familiar scent. You can't smell things in dreams right?] Still here. . . [He mutters in his sleep.]
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