[ tim leans against him and quentin's hands smooth over his back, one rising slowly to his nape and into his hair, scratching along his scalp until he follows the line of his spine all over again. he's bitten with the cold and quentin knows he needs more than an embrace to will some warmth back into his bones. he tips his head, kissing tim's temple. ]
Lets get you out of those clothes - into something warmer for a little while.
[ there's nothing suggestive or sexual, just the guiding hands of someone who cares deeply about the man before him. he pulls him gently, keeping him glued to his front as he walks them back, letting their feet slot and fumble like they're doing some sad little dance.
he only pulls away to grab a clean shirt, a thick, woolen sweater, and some sweat pants. ]
Off with it - we'll get you back into them before you leave, but right now you need to get warmed up. No sense in freezing to death waiting for them both if you're too ill to meet them when they return, sweets.
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[ tim leans against him and quentin's hands smooth over his back, one rising slowly to his nape and into his hair, scratching along his scalp until he follows the line of his spine all over again. he's bitten with the cold and quentin knows he needs more than an embrace to will some warmth back into his bones. he tips his head, kissing tim's temple. ]
Lets get you out of those clothes - into something warmer for a little while.
[ there's nothing suggestive or sexual, just the guiding hands of someone who cares deeply about the man before him. he pulls him gently, keeping him glued to his front as he walks them back, letting their feet slot and fumble like they're doing some sad little dance.
he only pulls away to grab a clean shirt, a thick, woolen sweater, and some sweat pants. ]
Off with it - we'll get you back into them before you leave, but right now you need to get warmed up. No sense in freezing to death waiting for them both if you're too ill to meet them when they return, sweets.