Now that he's touching Bodhi, he can feel how warm he isn't--not the mild burn of walking through the wind, under a chapped chill of his skin. He's cold, and that would take a lot longer than the trek between their houses. Has he not been feeding the furnace at the other house? How is Aurora faring, where is she, if he's here alone?

A lot of questions, and while Jude prefers to dig to the heart of the matter, or speaking entirely--maybe he should ask them. Ease them toward whatever's going on, while he gets Bodhi settled by the fire and out of his snow-wet gear. "It's fine," he says, hardly imagining anything he's done yet worth thanks. He just opened a door, really.

"Come on, sit down. I can get you some new layers while these dry," he offers, still not moving. He isn't sure--should he keep hold of Bodhi as they sit, should he put him down and leave him? With Bodhi repeatedly closing the distance, he isn't sure what the line is anymore. Better to just--stand there, and see what Bodhi does.