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“I can’t believe you let me walk out of the house in a windbreaker.” Adam groused, crossing his arms tight over his chest, “I don’t even have a hood on this thing.”
“It’s not my fault the forecast called for snow!” Lawrence returned, shuddering as another gust of chilly wind blasted up the back of his brown suede coat. “If I’d have known that I would have put this off.”
“We’re not putting off getting my cigarettes, Larry, no way. I need them if we’re going to be snowed in.”
“You want to kill me, too? You’re still not smoking in the house. The balcony is there for a reason.”
“Yeah, to sit in the summer time. You think I want to smoke with ten feet of snow on the balcony?” Disgruntled, Adam playfully shoved the elder man, “It’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair is making the house reek of smoke.” Lawrence replied cooly, stumbling only a little bit. “Anyway, the weather might convince you to stop.”
“Unlikely.” Adam chuckled, shaking his head, “I just might stop for tonight if I can’t smoke in the house.” Rubbing his shoulder absently, he huffed and closed his eyes. “God, I hate the cold. And I hate snow even more.”
“Because of your shoulder?” Lawrence asked sheepishly, wrapping an arm around Adam’s shoulders and pulling him in close as they finally walked up on the gas station they were targeting.
“Yeah… Hurts more in the cold. And snow’s a mess.” Adam shrugged slightly, snuggling in close and holding onto Lawrence’s waist.
“My leg hurts, too. Maybe when we get home, we’ll take a bath.”
“That sounds good. But, now, it’s cigarette time.” Walking into the store, both men were delighted by the warmth it brought them.