[He responds to the coat settling around his shoulders, and as much as much as he's grateful for that warmth, he tries to shrug it off and push it back toward Charles. There's no sense in them both freezing.
Dropping his handful of snow and wiping his face off on his arm, Erik shakes his head, and finally starts to feel like it's clear.]
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Dropping his handful of snow and wiping his face off on his arm, Erik shakes his head, and finally starts to feel like it's clear.]
We should find the Barge.