he finally looks at you. a tiny pout forming om his lips. "I'm not a walking heater. I'll survive." You bite back a smile. he sees it and rolls his eyes, face turning slightly pink "Don't smile at me like that, i'm still mad at you." You look at him "Mad at me? for being cold?" He shakes his head No, He says, voice low. "For not telling me sooner." You nudge him under the desk with your knee. he glances at you once more, his voice even softer "Keep the hoodie.."
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