"I was out in it for five minutes with the dog," Bodhi mutters semi-intelligibly, taking the tea immediately whatever he says. It's hard to talk around residual shivers. Jude's fingers fixing his hair can't help but be important on its own, and he loves that sensation, has always melted at that kind of attention. And yet it's absolutely the kind of thing he needs to know is coming, needs to be ready for. It's so kriffing unfair that his days in Saw's dungeons intrude this way on something that should be for them.

The worst thing is he could probably say I love it when you do that but catch me at the wrong time and I might curl up in a ball and forget where I am to Jude and receive... Well, whatever the best possible response to that would be. Bodhi never knows what that is until Jude gives it to him.

He'd rather just share a sip of the tea. That's fast becoming a habit and an uncomplicated one at that. He hands it back after a quick pull, though it would be tempting to linger. Jude needs it more. "When you've eaten, um, we can figure out someplace for you to get some sleep."