One night, when Xerxes Break has lost count of their little "parties" because they've had to up them to two a week, he wakes up scrunched into a shivering ball and suffering from icy cold toes. This is a situation he finds mortally offensive. The fire must have gone out. A little voice that lives in his head and sounds suspiciously like Liam starts going on about having the common sense not to go barefoot when it's still not quite spring yet, giving him a strange bit of déjà vu until he remembers that he received the exact same lecture from the man himself the night before. Since Liam is still there, on the other side of the bed — he can hear him breathing — Break yawns disdainfully at the little voice and scoots closer to him. It is quite obvious that the solution here is to steal his body heat.
Liam is sleeping flat on his back and the arm closest to Break is flung up over his head — convenient, that — and Break happily settles his own head on that shoulder and snuggles up close. Because he is all kinds of magnanimous and considerate, he refrains from shoving his freezing feet up Liam's pant leg, pressing them against the outside of his socks instead. He really is trying to be sneaky about it, but Liam stirs anyway, turning his face to nose against Break's hair.
"Are you cold?" he mumbles. The arm drops and settles itself around Break's shoulders. Then, presumably because actually getting up and getting under the covers would be too much effort (this is something Break very much understands), Liam leans over him and reaches out to grab the top of the bedspread where Break was just laying, pulling that half of it over both of them. They wind up wrapped in the thing like some sort of cocoon, and they probably look very silly. Liam drops a kiss onto Break's head and falls right back to sleep.
This is much better. Break is immensely pleased.
