"Come on. Let's warm you up." Inside the barn Ronan finds a soft blanket. It radiates warmth even though it's obviously not an electric blanket. Almost everything here is a dream thing. He wraps it around K's shoulders, his hands rubbing up and down his arms. Thankfully the pills were starting to work and Ronan was starting to relax. A lot. "You feel like a fucking icicle."
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Date: 2015-03-23 06:55 pm (UTC)