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Cecil always slept with his air conditioner on, like all the other citizens of Night Vale. It was the desert after all. He never minded the cold air, reasoning that the heat would be unbearable if he left the air conditioner off.
It was another one of those rare nights that Cecil had convinced Carlos to stay the night with him. He was laying down next to his perfect Carlos under the light blanket when he felt Carlos take his hand. Carlos reached over Cecil’s body and took his other hand as well.
Carlos pressed a soft kiss the radio announcer’s neck and whispered, “Your hands are so cold.”
Cecil does not know what to say. He loved having the scientist stay over because not only did it bring the two closer together, but he escapes the cold and lonely nights in his apartment. He smiles weakly, knowing that Carlos could not see it in the dark room.
Carlos lightly kisses Cecil’s cheek, and pulls him into his warm embrace. Cecil hugs the scientist’s body, taking in his warmth, and Carlos smoothes Cecil’s messy hair.
How did Cecil manage to make it all these years without Carlos to keep him warm?