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Horatio was rain-soaked when he entered his cabin from on-deck. Archie couldn’t help but laugh, for even as a captain, he still looked like a sad wet kitten.
“Oh, Horatio, we must warm you up.”
Amid protests of “Archie, this really isn’t necessary”, he managed to get Horatio into some dry clothes, wrap him in a blanket, sit him at his desk, and light extra candles.
By the time Archie began drying his hair, Horatio had given up objecting, and allowed himself to relax a little. He drank in what little warmth the candles provided, and melted into Archie’s touch.