"OK," he said. He actually didn't mind - he had to have one hand out to hold onto the leash, but not anymore since Cal took over - and there were warm pockets they could sit in otherwise to diffuse the cold.
But David didn't argue. Not with anyone. He'd ask questions when he was curious and that wasn't always a good idea, but not arguing never got him into trouble and so he'd like to keep it that way.
He was starting to feel very tired anyway. The lack of proper, uninterrupted sleep was getting to him. He wasn't too sluggish in his movements, nor did he seem overly weary, but the subtle signs were there and being back inside again shrouded in warmth only made him want to fall over into something soft and just lie there for a while. For a long, long time. Maybe twelve hours or something.