Heero dragged his weary eyes open and found Duo tucked up under his chin, brown hair tickling his skin and warm breath doing likewise to his collarbone. The man was a solid weight sprawled over him, comfortable and warm, his toe socks brushing Heero's bare feet.

"Duo?" Heero called softly.

"Humnnehn?" Duo mumbled, snorted, and failed to wake up.

"Wake up," Heero insisted.

"Nuh?" Duo stiffened as he reached consciousness, becoming fully aware of his position all at once. His hands clutched at Heero in shock. "H-Heero?" he stammered, sounding both frightened and confused.

"You rolled over in your sleep," Heero surmised calmly.

"Sorry... it was... cold," Duo replied in a very small voice.

A hard case. A seedy hotel room with no heat. One bed. Duo really couldn't be blamed.

"I'm dead meat... right?" Duo wondered and seemed to be bracing himself for a blow, or at least a violent ejection from the bed.

"It's too cold for killing anyone," Heero replied. A decision was made suddenly, a barrier dropping from between them that neither of them had realized existed. He slowly slid an arm around Duo and pulled him tighter; hopeful.

Duo stayed tense, perhaps surprised, but then he relaxed into that embrace. "Yeah, too cold," he agreed. "As a matter of fact, it's been too cold for a long, long time."

Heero nodded and loosely held Duo's braid, running fingers over it's softness, a softness that he had been longing to touch for some time.

"Heero?" Duo said, suddenly.

"Yes, Duo?" Heero replied, feeling warm inside and out now.

"You gotta not eat in bed, man," Duo grumbled. "I think there's peanut shells stuck on my ass."