[He didn't let go of Erik until they were both standing in front of the fire in the lobby, and it still took Charles a long moment to unlatch himself from his friend. His hands were numb, and felt bleary and confused with cold, but he finally managed to let go of him and clumsily tried to brush melting snow out of his hair and off his face.]
You need a blanket, [He stuttered through chattering teeth, and looked around for one, wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt to conserve heat.] I'll be right back.
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You need a blanket, [He stuttered through chattering teeth, and looked around for one, wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt to conserve heat.] I'll be right back.