"Wait, your socks." Marcie pushed them at him. "Yes, on and off. I did go home a few times to change clothes and make sure I hadn't been robbed." She didn't feel so jumpy anymore, now that he was clearly alive and slowly warming up. His face was more handsome when it wasn't frozen into a grimace.
She had to fetch her phone from the bedside table, which was on the other side of Malcolm, so she leaned across him to fetch it. Oof, he still felt so cold. It was like he had an aura of ice.