"Warm?" He's not sure why this strikes him as so surprising, what with the uncomfortable itch of heat in both his blood and his heart gnawing at his bones over the last two or so weeks. Time has really ticked by in a manner unable to be calculated despite each day being labelled practically before their eyes. It's like everything just melted together in the end. "I suppose so."

Even so, though the time was hard to measure, the things that happened are ever-present in his mind, and though some of those memories will be held with him to the bitter end out of spite alone, others...

"Hey, up here. I want to see your face."