[The only fortunate part of his drunkness is that the artificial warmth it gives fools him into thinking he's not as cold as he is. He's still cold, but he'd probably be complaining a whole lot more, especially considering he wasn't exactly wearing his winter coat to goddamn Jeopardy!!
So, when he does step into her place, his arms and face are particularly red, his body a bit rigid from trying to keep itself pulled tight against itself. Honestly, it's when the warmth hits him that he realizes just how cold he actually is, and as if on cue, he starts to shiver.]
Fuuuuck, it's cold out there...
[Once inside proper, he starts to rub his arms after kicking his shoes off at the door. He does look over his shoulder at her—at least the trek home helped to sober him up a little, and what artificial warmth remained was more from the buzz, than being truly piss drunk anymore.]
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So, when he does step into her place, his arms and face are particularly red, his body a bit rigid from trying to keep itself pulled tight against itself. Honestly, it's when the warmth hits him that he realizes just how cold he actually is, and as if on cue, he starts to shiver.]
Fuuuuck, it's cold out there...
[Once inside proper, he starts to rub his arms after kicking his shoes off at the door. He does look over his shoulder at her—at least the trek home helped to sober him up a little, and what artificial warmth remained was more from the buzz, than being truly piss drunk anymore.]
Y'sure? I'm sure you're freezin' too.
[She's just...less of a baby about it.]