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“Do you mind if-?”
Of course he doesn’t. He never does when it comes to Jakob. But Jakob’s still got to ask.
“Oh, sure,” Kevin replies, swapping the umbrella over to his other hand so it’s between the two of them. “Sorry!” he mumbles.
It’s been raining for days now. And if he’d been Axel, Kevin would’ve berated Jakob for not being better prepared.
Under the umbrella, he steps closes to Kevin, while rubbing his hands together, and blowing on them.
“You’ll have to choose a pocket” Kevin suggests. Jakob looks up at him blankly. “Why would I carry extra gloves?” Kevin begins to explain, “If you’re hands are cold, you’ll have to choose a pocket.”
Jakob grins then. Moving to stand in front of Kevin, he leans in, and wrestles with Kevin’s coat. He eventually finds the pockets he’s looking for: Kevin’s back jean pockets.
“Fucks sake, Jakob!”
“What?” Jakob grins, “They’re the warmest pockets!” Jakob pushes Kevin closer to him.
“Sake!” Kevin breathes, “I’m carrying an extra pair in future”
“No need,” Jakob beams. He shuffles and fiddles with his own coat and pockets for a brief bit and then pulls out a single glove.
Kevin just sighs.