Fraser crawled inside his sleeping bag. The blizzard had caught them off-guard. They'd managed to erect the tents, but the temperature differential between inside and outside was still only a few degrees. This was dangerous weather. Hypothermia weather.

Still. It would warm up.

Ray glanced uncertainly between his bag and Fraser's, separated by the width of the tent. Fraser tensed, wondering if he'd say anything. "Go to sleep, Ray."

Ray hesitated, and Fraser waited, frozen. He still felt that way, even after Ray got under the covers. Frozen by loneliness.

He closed his eyes, and hoped the thaw would come.


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