It's almost funny, how these tender little motions seem to strike Angel so hard. Considering where they started, a best friend second only to Krieg, they've shared plenty of things with one another over the years. Sharing a space like this, and keeping one another warm might be a little more intimate, but it's hardly out of the question.

Yet there was a layer of intimacy to all of this, one that they'd yet to experience before. They'd shared a room and a bed previous to this, but this still feels incredibly... deliberate, in the end. They'd both chosen to go away together as part of a romantic venture. Which meant that romance seemed to cling to every little thing.

Her fingers twitch against his, involuntarily flexing. She tells herself that it's only because she's starting to get feeling back. She certainly doesn't want to reach out and touch his face, or wrap her arms around him, or anything like that.

If nothing else, at least her face is starting to feel warmer.