Mark trudged in to the loft and took off his coat. "Fucking freezing out there. Roger, I'm home."
Expecting the usual kiss, Mark was surprised when there was no sign of the musician. "Roger?" He went into their bedroom and saw a lump of blankets in the center of the bed. Holding up one end, he snarked, "Thanks for the welcome home, baby."
"You're letting all the cold air in," Roger grumbled, daring to snake one arm out and drag Mark under the covers. Once they were both warm, Roger kissed Mark. "Better?"
"Much."