The cold didn't bother Van, but he could feel Brendan's warmth. He grinned and grabbed onto Brendan's sleeve to pull himself up, holding the blunt in one corner of his mouth. "What's wrong? Can't cuddle next to a killer horse?"
Snickering, Van playfully snapped his teeth at Brendan, getting closer and closer until the next snap nearly had his lips grazing skin. Then the blunt fell, tumbled down Brendan's chest and Van pulled back.
"Oh shit, I dropped it." Van laughed loudly at that. "Fuck it. It was spent, anyway. Let's go."
Van hauled himself to his feet and rubbed a hand through his hair, sighing blissfully as he began the walk back to the school.