Anyone else think that Greg and Rodrick should have just sucked it up and shared sleeping bags that time when Rodrick had to sleep in Greg's room and it was really cold?

...No?

Okay.
._.

Warnings: A not-so-nice word or two, awkward spooning, etc.

Having no power sucked.
So did trying to go to sleep while in the process of slowly freezing to death.

"...Rodrick?"

"...What?"

"It's so c-c-cold."

"Why don't you go outside, and ask it very nicely to stop snowing then?"

"W-what? That...that's stupid." Greg curled up into as tight a ball as he could. He could feel his teeth chatter together as he hugged himself and shivered. Sure his brother had to sleep on the floor, but at least Rodrick got a thick sleeping bag. "R-Rodrick?" He asked again.

"What, Greg?"

"I once r-read about these two guys w-who got stuck out in the cold and almost died, but they...um...t-they survived by..." Greg hesitated.

"By what?" Rodrick muttered impatiently, his voice sharp like ice.

"By...well, y-you know, sharing b-body heat."

During the next few seconds, which felt more like years, the only noises came from the wind outside and the brittle tap of snowflakes against the window. Greg was extremely grateful that it was dark and Rodrick couldn't see him squirming with embarrassment. How pathetic, that he was actually desperate enough to consider spooning with his brother.

Rodrick scoffed. "Hah! Like that's going to happen."

Although he had a good idea of what Rodrick's answer would be, Greg felt strangely...disappointed. And not just because his feet were frozen.
For a while, he silently lay there, listening to the wind rage outside, until the numbness in his fingers started slowly crawling up his arms. Then, pulling the blanket with him, he rolled onto his stomach and looked down over the edge of the bed.

"Rodrick? I can't feel my feet."

The sleeping bag rasped as Rodrick shifted. "What the hell do you expect me to do about that?"

Greg started kicking his legs in a feeble attempt to get some feeling back into them. "You could l-l-let me sleep with you..."

Rodrick was silent.

"P-please?" Greg added, cringing a little at the desperation that had leaked into his voice.
He curled his toes against the freezing air as the blanket slid off of him and pooled onto the floor.

"...You'd better be really freaking cold."

There was the noise of a zipper being undone, and in a split second, Greg was out of bed and crawling inside the sleeping bag before his common sense could kick in or Rodrick changed his mind. In that sleeping bag, it was cramped enough to make Greg nervous. On the rare times that he was ever this close to Rodrick, he was usually getting beat up.

"I'll kick you out if you move around this much." Rodrick threatened.

"You're the one moving." Greg retorted, feeling squished under the weight of his brother as he leaned overtop of him to yank the zipper up.

"Shut up Greg."

Greg scowled and then shifted onto his side to try to take up the smallest amount of space. Even though he was growing considerably warmer, he decided that lying on the floor kind of sucked. So did having Rodrick's heavy arm around him, and knowing for a fact that Rodrick was never going to let him forget this.