Emcee breathes out a purring hum, as he feels Sinric rejoin him under the covers. His slightly cool skin doesn't bother him, but it does make him curl up around him to share more of his own body heat. Even Sinric's hair smells like a winter morning.

As the winter sun climbs higher, hunger begins to pull Emcee out of his sleep. More and more he can feel Sinric's limbs laid against his own, can hear his warm, soft breath.

In due time, he stirs and manages to stretch without disentangling himself from Sinric.