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inmyownworld (inmyownworld) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

L watched, relieved, as Laura smothered the fire, taking slow, shallow breaths. Thank goodness that had been noticed in time. Otherwise, he might have simply fallen asleep and never woken up, and somehow he knew that while he wouldn't be around to care if that happened, Laura would be devastated. "It's OK," he said briskly, with a shrug of his shoulder. "There is no harm done... you were trying to help. And, yes, I do breathe. Maybe it would be better if..." he cut off that thought before it emerged completely. Even if he was dead like Laura, the forces that restored her to a state of animation would not apply to him. He would be dead in the conventional carrion sense, so it was best to remain alive, even if he had to deal with inconveniences like breathing.

"I might freeze?" L asked doubtfully, clearly puzzled. He had an idea of what she was hinting at, but he was too shy and too uncertain of his own appeal to assume that Laura was referring to the coolness of her own skin chilling him. "I suppose it's possible," he said after a moment, not wanting to infer too much. Though... chances were that being near her body would be better than near nothing at all. Under a blanket, it was quite possible that her body would conduct heat and therefore keep him warm.

"If you don't mind very much..." L said, awkwardly, following Laura's glance and returning to the bed, "would you mind very much staying under the blanket with me? Something like this happened to me yesterday... and I think that I only survived because there was someone with me. We kept each other warm... and even though we were both alive... maybe we could try?" he was already starting to shiver with the absence of the fire. He hung his head slightly, wishing that he didn't feel so fragile in Laura's presence. She could withstand the elements, maintain a cool detachment, and kill cougars, whereas he succumbed to soup cans, was the occasional victim of his own unstable mind, and was somewhat frailer than the average young adult male.