[There's only one of two options: turn around and go home empty-handed, or suck it up and share the coat with Leo. At the moment, both options sound like torture.
It takes him a minute, looking back and forth between the end of the ally and his brother with the coat with one heck of an ugly pout, his arms crossed stubbornly over his chest. Then, he huffs a sigh, stomps through the gathering rain puddles, and helps get the coat over the both of them.
The only thing comfortable about it is it's warm as an oven against his freezing skin, making him shiver with the sudden temperature change.
In the musty dark under the old man's coat, hoarsely, he whispers:] I hate you.
[Just so they're clear. Sharing the coat doesn't mean he's ready to be friends.]
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It takes him a minute, looking back and forth between the end of the ally and his brother with the coat with one heck of an ugly pout, his arms crossed stubbornly over his chest. Then, he huffs a sigh, stomps through the gathering rain puddles, and helps get the coat over the both of them.
The only thing comfortable about it is it's warm as an oven against his freezing skin, making him shiver with the sudden temperature change.
In the musty dark under the old man's coat, hoarsely, he whispers:] I hate you.
[Just so they're clear. Sharing the coat doesn't mean he's ready to be friends.]