[ It's a small gesture, and it doesn't feel that sexual, in spite of the implication in Nikolas's words, or the sureity of his grip. Winter sucks in a quick breath, swaying in; once he's had a moment to process that tenderness, he can focus on what's there underneath. And it's enough to make his face go warm, his own hands coming up to curl in Nikolas's jacket. ]
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[ It's a small gesture, and it doesn't feel that sexual, in spite of the implication in Nikolas's words, or the sureity of his grip. Winter sucks in a quick breath, swaying in; once he's had a moment to process that tenderness, he can focus on what's there underneath. And it's enough to make his face go warm, his own hands coming up to curl in Nikolas's jacket. ]
We could move. It is not so very far away.