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In the dark and stormy night he'd come to her window.
"My God, you're freezing."
Dazed. Soaked to the skin.
When he'd dried off she'd put him in her own bed and lain close, for the warmth and the companionship. It must have been so lonely up there, and so very dark when that tremendous light had gone. Claire had felt protective then. Her warm covers and arms had surrounded Peter. He hadn't protested; she supposed because he was cold as ice. So she'd warmed him.
The heavy steel of the gun is still a cold memory in her hand.