Pulling would have gone very badly, but, as always, Jude's care with him pays off. Bodhi sweeps in without protest, because you don't let the cold into someone's house. There's a point where he's too upset to worry about practical logistics and even this isn't that point. But the moment he's clear of the door and Jude can close it again, he turns toward the man, not the fire.

The gesture is as odd as they usually are, reconciling Bodhi's touched starved, crush-addled wants to his trauma-scarred needs. He catches the back of Jude's shoulder with one hand and rests his forehead on the front, not quite trying to huddle under his chin but still clamping onto him as a desperately needed bastion of calm and comfort. Jude's not really that much taller than he is, but the extra couple inches of space he leaves between them does leave him sort of half on tiptoe to do it. He manages not to whimper, but he really wants to.