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You shift in place on the couch, clutching your blanket tighter, trying and failing to make yourself warmer.
It’s always so Gods darn cold in this apartment, you grumble to yourself, sighing in annoyance.
“What’s wrong, mesh’la? Not enjoying the movie,” Rex asks. He’s sitting right next to you on the couch, and there is a fond sort of amusement dancing in his eyes and pulling at his lips.
He’s trying not to laugh at you. You know it.
“I’m cold,” you whine, huffing as you cross your arms over your chest, and then subsequently scrambling to recover your blanket as it’s jostled from your shoulders.
Rex’s chuckles turn into a full bodied laugh, and you smile broadly despite being so kriffing cold and unhappy about it.
“Get over here,” Rex says with a wry grin. “I’ll keep you warm, just hold me close.”
You scramble across the couch, draping yourself over him like a tooka in a puddle of sunlight. He’s so warm, you think as you relax against him, filled with contentment and bright happiness.
Much better.