Jamie couldn't find the strength to smile - not even a little. Theodore was turning paler by the moment, and Jamie wasn't sure whether it was the moonlight lending a hint of blue to the boy's skin or whether he was on his way to hypothermia, but either way, they needed to get inside. "Well," he huffed, "Someone had to. This was really...not a good idea, Theodore. Freezing yourself to death isn't going to help." And he thought it was a coward's way out, but he didn't say that, because Theodore wasn't trying to kill himself. A small voice asked was he? He couldn't think about that. There were so few people in his life that he genuinely knew well enough to care for, and he wasn't going to lose this war in the first skirmish. Really, he didn't mean to be gruff, but he was afraid. Of losing to the voice in Theodore's head. Of losing Theodore.