"But you're freezing..."

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“Deidara,” I began, as close to cautioning as to questioning. He was unfazed. As usual.<br />
“It can’t be good to be so cold. I’m just trying to warm you up, yeah.” Briefly, I wondered if I’d been giving him too much credit all this while – if his understanding of my design was less accurate than I’d taken to assuming...But then he’d tucked his head against my shoulder, against a patch of skin that was still skin, and I knew he understood.<br />
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From a recently-penned fic, as of yet not uploaded anywhere (and may never be; I've noticed a few errors). Anyways, enjoy.