Freeze
Patricia pressed herself up against the wall of Frobiser's Crypt, she was freezing cold and the shirt that she was wearing did little help, on making her feel warm. She crossed her arms over her chest, to save what little body heat that she had.
She had offered to go along with Eddie, Fabian, and KT to scope out the crypt. The only reason that she went was, she didn't trust KT and Eddie. Okay, she did trust Eddie, but she didn't trust KT.
She looked over at Eddie, who was also pressed against the wall, he sat further to her right. But he was also wearing one of his warmer leather jackets. A sigh escaped her lips, and she pulled her knees up to her chest. She looked back over to Eddie, his eyes were shut, they fluttered dreamily, so she assumed that he was asleep. She shut her eyes, and buried her face in her knees.
"I know that you're cold," She lifted her head up just long enough to see his face. Eddie was starring right at her, he shrugged his jacket from his own arms and tossed it over to her. The jacket landed in her lap, but she shook her head.
She couldn't wear Eddie's jacket.
She didn't want to be reminded of those feelings again.
He stood up to his feet, and crossed the crypt to sit beside the redhead. He slipped down beside her. Neither one of them said a word, but she had to admit, she wanted to be close to him. She shivered gently, and crossed her arms over her chest again. She felt Eddie's eyes on the back of her neck, he reached over gently and touched her hand.
"You're freezing," He picked up his jacket off of her lap, and draped it over her shoulders. She shrugged it off, and placed it back into Eddie's lap. She glanced up to see his face, it was already turning a light shade of red, and she could tell that he was getting cold.
"I'm not wearing your jacket," She hissed through her teeth, she wasn't wearing his jacket, no matter how much that she wanted to. It was almost like having Eddie's arms wrapped around her again. No. She couldn't take that, it was too much. He rolled his eyes, he knew that she was stubborn, but she had never been this bad.
"It's just a jacket," The American said. But no.
It wasn't.
Not to her at least, it wasn't just a jacket, it was much more than that. It was them, their fondest memories all rolled into one, and they were over it wouldn't be right. She refused to wear the article of clothing.
And all of sudden, it was like something clicked inside of Eddie's mind. He remembered, all of those, cold nights, all of their shared memories, and he dropped the leather jacket out if his hand and into his lap. He stayed silent for a few moments, until he realized that it was either wear the jacket or one of them was possibly going to get frost bite.
"I get it why you don't want to wear my jacket, but think of it as a friendly gesture," He tempted to smile, and she turned around to face him. He noted that her cheeks and ears were starting to redden. He pressed it back into her arms, and she sent him a glare, but placed her arms into the jacket. "This doesn't change anything between us you know,"
But he couldn't have been more wrong.