“Are you cold?”
Scott stares at Isaac’s back with a furrowed brow. It’s almost hard to see through the layers he’s wearing but… Isaac’s shivering.
“What if I am?” he asks, turning over his shoulder to look at Scott through narrowed eyes.
“Uh…” He blinks. “We could go inside? No point in watching the sunrise if you’re freezing to death.”
“But you wanted to. Watch it,” he adds.
“With you. Because I wanted to enjoy it with you. Again, no point if it’s too cold. C’mon,” Scott says, standing up and holding out his hands. “Hot cocoa is better anyways.”