[It was easy to be aware of how close they were when Derek could feel Stiles' breath against his neck and the shivering when the wind blew. He shifted, pulling Stiles in closer against him.] I'm not sure. Depends on if they even tried to follow us. They might be going after someone else.
[Stiles had his face half-tucked into Derek's neck, but hey, at least they were getting...somewhat warm.] Well, you're the Alpha. Our chances of being followed are significantly higher.
And you're a human, which means your chances of being shot at are significantly lower. [Which was a good thing. Still, Derek heard nothing outside of the cabin. And his focus kept returning to Stiles on his lap and the lack of warmth.]
Ah, but do they know I'm human? [Stiles sighs a little, and wow, being able to see his breath is probably not a good thing.] Somehow, I get the feeling they're the type to shoot first and ask questions later.
[Derek's hand was cold against his back, even through his hoodie, but Stiles was pretty sure he would have shivered anyway.] Dude we are so dying of frostbite.
[Stiles shifted, curling his legs up a little awkwardly, but compactly, into Derek's lap, or rather, tucked into his side against the couch while he twisted halfway into his chest, trying to simultaneously hide from the bitter wind and shield Derek from it too.] Don't worry, we'll have frozen to death by then.
[The shiver and the move to curl in against him made Derek glance around and he took in the broken window nearest to them. At the rate they were going, Stiles was right. He was going to be holding a very cold body soon if they didn't do something.
So, Derek shifted forward, moving his arms so he could actually lift Stiles as he pushed himself up off of the couch and moved toward the tiny hall that led off to the bathroom and bedroom of the cabin.] We're not freezing to death. There has to be a room with less broken windows.
Woah! [Stiles would have flailed, but he was too cold and the little warmth they'd managed between them quickly dissappated with the movement. Stiles' teeth even chattered a few times, and he tensed in Derek's arms.] Dude, g-g-give a g-g-guy a war-warning, would y-you?
We m-might. [Stiles said lowly, clinging to the muddy hoodie and worn blanket.]
Sorry. [Derek looked Stiles over as he headed into the bedroom, glancing at the couple of windows in it and letting out a relieved sigh at finding them whole. The bathroom, he knew, had no windows, but that probably meant huddling in the bathtub and Derek wasn't that desperate yet.
He carried Stiles over to the double bed that was against the far wall and carefully put him down on it before taking the spot beside him and pulling him in close, arms and one leg hooking around him.]
It's my l-l-lack of h-hair. [Stiles tried to joke, but he was too cold to gesture at his head. When Derek set him down on the bed, Stiles just about curled into a ball. Derek's arms fit around him well, and Stiles shakily threw the blanket over both of them equally, which wasn't a lot in the first place.]
[Derek nudged the blanket to let more of it fall on Stiles as he caught sight of his own breath when he left out a soft sigh. So, he was colder than he let on.
He pulled Stiles against him and shifted, angling himself half on top of him.]
[Stiles frowned at Derek; he had to be freezing, especially without his jacket. Stiles wrapped his arms over Derek's torso, pulling their chests tighter together.]
...serious moment, though? We might actually die. Not kidding. We're both soaked with snow.
[The feeling was starting to sink in the longer they were in the cabin, but Derek refused to say anything. Even with Stiles pulling them against each other.]
...Not really seeing any, no. [Stiles coughed, shaking his head. Okay, maybe he had a few ideas but they were last resort...which they seemed to be headed towards.] You know? I'm all ears, dude.
[Derek gave him a flat look. He was sure that Stiles had some idea. He had some idea about a little bit of everything.] You know what I mean. The stuff about getting out of your clothes if you're wet and stuck in the cold.
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He slid a hand up Stiles' back.] If they do show up, you need to stay behind me.
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[Stiles shifted, curling his legs up a little awkwardly, but compactly, into Derek's lap, or rather, tucked into his side against the couch while he twisted halfway into his chest, trying to simultaneously hide from the bitter wind and shield Derek from it too.] Don't worry, we'll have frozen to death by then.
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So, Derek shifted forward, moving his arms so he could actually lift Stiles as he pushed himself up off of the couch and moved toward the tiny hall that led off to the bathroom and bedroom of the cabin.] We're not freezing to death. There has to be a room with less broken windows.
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We m-might. [Stiles said lowly, clinging to the muddy hoodie and worn blanket.]
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He carried Stiles over to the double bed that was against the far wall and carefully put him down on it before taking the spot beside him and pulling him in close, arms and one leg hooking around him.]
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He pulled Stiles against him and shifted, angling himself half on top of him.]
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...serious moment, though? We might actually die. Not kidding. We're both soaked with snow.
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You know what our options are, right?
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