Kyle hates it when it snows.
Something about the snow-maybe how pure it is, how beautiful-enthralls Kenny. Without fail, every time South Park gets a deep, fluffy snowfall, Kenny could be found in a snowdrift.
He chooses a different place each time, so Kyle has to look for him. He's always pretty easy to find, however-his brightly colored hoodie, neatly folded on top of his pants, shoes, socks, and shirt, stands out brightly against the snow.
His lips are blue and he shakes continuously against his cocoon of snow. His hair is frozen into little locks and Kyle doubts he can feel much of anything as he takes hold of his hand and tugs him to his feet. The blond relies heavily on him to stand and walking home is difficult.
They pass Ike in the hallway, who merely reaches out to touch Kenny's frozen hair and shakes his head minutely. Kyle shoots him a weary smile.
Kenny is still shaking when Kyle turns on the tap, working on filling the bathtub with warm water to dethaw his immortal. Kenny steps out of his boxers numbly and shakily but unashamedly, taking Kyle's arm to support himself as he sinks into the bath.
The room fills with steam and Kyle lovingly cups water in his hands to pour over the blond's exposed shoulders and head, melting his hair. Kenny scratches at random parts of his body, muttering about how itchy the first stage of hypothermia is. Kyle turns the water on a little hotter and rubs the blond's neck, causing him to sigh contentedly and lie his head against the redhead's shoulders.
"Why do you lie in the snow?"
"Why do you stand in the rain?"
Neither boy seems to have an answer, or, at the very least, the will to give one.
They're just fine with that, really.
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