[He is an affection sponge. Kind words do many things, smiles too, but touch, that Anders rarely gets enough of. Anders places his free hand over Cyril's, and smiles a little, starting to let down his guard. He's not wary because he's suspicious. It's just a hard instinct to kick.]
Shall we find somewhere a little more out of the cold?
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Shall we find somewhere a little more out of the cold?
[And out of the public eye.]