"You're warmer," Than who, Trace didn't say, and he also didn't sound as if warmer was better than cold, or vice versa, they were all his family, he'd been in their cells, and as he finished stripping his brother some new sort of understanding, or something old that he'd forgotten, slipped back into his consciousness. This connection, all of their connections, were exactly what they should be, no matter how they changed.
When he stretched out against his brother again, he'd stripped him off and he was naked, and his hands found his brother's shoulders, pushing him until he was flush against the dirt, and then he stretched out against him, let his weight press him down.