[ It's not usually this cold in the Down, or at least that's what Hellboy's been told. The ice on the ground and the frost melting on the outside of the window doesn't make much difference as far as he's concerned; he's pretty used to the world around him feeling chilly compared to his own native heat. But it doesn't make for a very comfortable place to sleep, so when the icy breath of air rolls in as Jacob opens the window, at least it doesn't wake him up.
He keeps his eyes closed, lying on his side with his right arm stretched out, drifting on the edge of dozing, knowing that Jacob can find his way easily enough. The younger man had mentioned going to see Anduin, but he hadn't given much indication of when he'd be back, nor had Hellboy asked for one. As far as Hellboy's concerned, he's welcome to come and go as he pleases; they haven't imposed those sorts of rules on each other and he gets the impression neither of them want that, anyway.
As Jacob climbs in, the cold night still clinging to his clothes, Hellboy reaches out to set his broad left hand on the young assassin's chest, knowing how much he likes being cuddled, and murmurs sleepily as he shifts his weight a little to accommodate him. ] Any trouble?
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He keeps his eyes closed, lying on his side with his right arm stretched out, drifting on the edge of dozing, knowing that Jacob can find his way easily enough. The younger man had mentioned going to see Anduin, but he hadn't given much indication of when he'd be back, nor had Hellboy asked for one. As far as Hellboy's concerned, he's welcome to come and go as he pleases; they haven't imposed those sorts of rules on each other and he gets the impression neither of them want that, anyway.
As Jacob climbs in, the cold night still clinging to his clothes, Hellboy reaches out to set his broad left hand on the young assassin's chest, knowing how much he likes being cuddled, and murmurs sleepily as he shifts his weight a little to accommodate him. ] Any trouble?