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on.
"Your eyes," Leader rumbled.
"What?" Axton asked, feeling like he was only twenty seconds into the morning and already
lost.
"They're very big and very gold," Leander yawned, turning over onto his back. "I've never
really looked at you that up close."
"Uh," Axton said, "Sorry?"
Leander made what might have been a scoff if he hadn't stopped it halfway through to
yawn again.
"How cold do you think it is out there?" he asked.
"Probably not lethal," Axton said, loathe to leave their little nest to immediately check.
"Mmm," Leander said, sitting up and stretching languidly, "I have to piss." Just like that, he
was up and unzipping the tent flap.
Axton wondered if he was supposed to follow. Then he considered if shifting half way
through pissing was possible, and decided not to find out. In any case, Leander was tumbling
back into the tent in short order.
"Fuck that," he advised, and, much to Axton's surprise, he crawled right back under the
blankets, apparently unconcerned with Axton's own lazy sprawl taking up most of the space.
"Should I get up?" he asked, reluctantly.
"To do what?" Leander asked.
"To be outside the tent," Axton said.
"Why would you want to do a thing like that?" Leander asked, sounding entirely mystified.
"It sucks out there."
Axton didn't really have a counter argument prepared for that. It probably did suck out
there, for a human.
"What are we going to do in here, then?" Axton tried. Maybe that would give him a graceful
exit.
"Not freeze to death," Leander said. "Which is a pretty good plan."
"I won't freeze to death," Axton said patiently.
"But I will," Leander said, closing his eyes again, "If you leave this tent."
"You wouldn't die," Axton said.
"I would be very uncomfortable," Leander pointed out, "Instead of pleasantly warm and
reasonably content." He sat up, stretched his body out to reach a tent corner. "Here, I packed
your book." And, indeed, he handed Axton the book he'd last been reading, the one that he'd
abandoned to guard Leander in his sleep the first day.
"That's very considerate of you," Axton said, and he marveled at how it actually was. The
fact that his book would have otherwise been perhaps twenty feet away didn't matter,
because outside the tent practically counted as another continent at the moment.
"I'm a considerate kind of guy," Leander said, tucking his arms behind his head.
"You are," Axton agreed, still marveling.
"Jesus, no, I'm an asshole who didn't believe the weather report," Leander said, "And
decided to crash your place during the storm of the year."
"Past several years, more like," Axton said, "It's a little worse than usual." Or he was human
for more of it, whichever. "And, I don't know," he said vaguely, because he hated to hear
Leander be down on himself, even a little, "I mean, we're crashing your place. Right?"
"And that makes a difference?" Leander asked, amused and skeptical.
"Absolutely," Axton said with a very straight face, which made Leander smile.
"Thanks," he said, and he actually sounded like he meant it.
"Bad news, though," Axton said gently.
"Oh?" Leander quirked an eyebrow.
"We can't actually sleep all day," Axton said.
"Why?" Leander asked. "You got a dentist appointment or something?"
Axton paused, only because he had very white, exceedingly teeth clean. Had Leander
noticed? Was that out of place on a recluse in the wilderness? Should he say he went to
dentists all the time? Would Leander be able to guess that nearly all werewolves had flawless
teeth? Was that more of a clue than the dishtowel tied to the refrigerator handle?
"Yes," he decided to say, chancing that it was a joke, "And a haircut after."
Leander snickered. "I'm surprised you went two days without shaving."
Axton, normally fresh faced and clean shaved, rubbed his scruffy chin. "You have to shave
at night in the cold," he said, "To give your skin a few hours to recover before being exposed to
the elements in the morning."
"Be that as it may, Daniel Boon," Leander said, "I'm not exposing my face to the elements at
all this morning. You know why? Because I'm not getting up. And neither are you, since you're a
state of the art space heater."
"But what if I'm hungry?" Axton asked. "And need to get up to eat?"
"Then I'll feed you in, like, half an hour," Leander said grandly, closing his eyes. "In the
meantime, feel free to read."
"You don't have to feed me," Axton said, "I'm not--I mean, I could..."
"It's the least I can do," said Leander, opening one eye. "Besides, as soon as it warms up a
little I'm kicking you outside to catch fish for us while I sit on my ass in the warm."
"Okay," Axton said, and he picked up his book.
"Okay?" Leander laughed, opening both eyes to give Axton an amused look. "Really?"
"Yeah?" Axton asked, uncertain.
Leander looked smug and pleased as a cat.
"Yeah," he confirmed, and then he turned over onto his side and threw blankets over his
shoulder.
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