[The heat, before anything else, draws L in and lets him breathe a little easier. He sighs against the SQUIP, nodding, allowing contact with the other member while still lavishing the one in his grip with gentle attention.]
I hope so, because...
[He strokes the SQUIP, nestling his forehead against its chest.]
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I hope so, because...
[He strokes the SQUIP, nestling his forehead against its chest.]
I'm still so cold.