"Oh." Bodhi's voice is very small as that one hits home. The longer he's out here, the longer Jude will spend... Oh, no. No, he made it worse, of course he did, he should never have come knowing this kind of stupid shit was a possibility... The recriminations help him pull himself together, if only for a moment. "Oh, kriff, Jude, I don't mean--You don't have to--You should get back where it's warm. I'll go with you if... I'm just not good for anything when this--when I... Sorry."

He makes himself cover Jude's hand with his other one, turning and drawing closer out of necessity. It's not so bad, one of those motions that leaves him in control and always makes him more comfortable. It's not good like it should be, though. He's definitely ruined what had been such a nice night. Fucking hell.

Jude's cold and it's his fault.