Date: 2013-07-30 12:38 am (UTC)
hisonegoodeye: (Worried; talking to the boss)
Hell, it is cold.

(Which is kind of a magnificently stupid thing to think, and he's done immersion training before, but it still comes as a shock, every damn time.)

And speaking of shocks...

He yanks his jacket off, wraps it around her; normally he'd be a lot more careful about touching without permission, but this is really not the time.

"Stay with me, Nat," he says, voice steadier than his pulse is right now. (For a whole minute, he thought he'd lost her.) "We need to get you off the ice."
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