“It’s cold outside” | Billy to Graham

{ The Meme }

A tired smile crossed his features as the heavy wool of the blanket encompassed him, seeming at first to trap the cold in closer. He shuddered in rejection of this, eyes finally blinking open properly as he brought the blanket close around himself and held it with one hand, rubbing his arm with the other to introduce some friction and get the heat forming faster. 

“This isn’t yours is it?” He asked after a moment, not wanting to deprive the man of his blanket, even if it wasn’t technically needed at the moment.