Lavender assailed his olfactory senses as the small flame cast shadows across part of the living room. He'd actually slept well and without nightmares, which plagued him now and again. A respite he gladly took. His body quaked in an effort to produce warmth even as goose bumps prickled his skin. Brrrrrr. Despite the heavy comforter, he felt like a human Popsicle. Stretching, he found his chest bare. Gwen. He'd given his sweatshirt to Gwen to keep her warm as she gave him a rub down. Sitting up, he searched the room, finding her curled up in the old recliner, a throw tucked around her small frame. If the furnace worked, she might have enough covers. However, with the power out and the apartment the temperature of the North Pole, he figured she'd be more than chilled. He still couldn't believe she'd accepted his disability so readily, even jumping in and massaging his thigh when the muscle spasm hit. If anything, he had expected her to be leery, hesitant, even a bit put off. Boy, did she prove him wrong.
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