( One minute, two minutes, three minutes. Kyle's skin is warm beneath his frozen fingers, and feeling begins to ease back into them. He leaches body heat greedily, though it does him no favors — it just seems to kick his shivering mechanism into play, waking up that automatic inbuilt bodily response. His otherwise steady breathing trembles when they hit.
After what feels like fucking forever, the light recedes. He peels his hand away from Kyle's mouth, and a rushed exhale escapes him. His tense shoulders relax, and for a moment, he's seized with such profound relief, he slumps a little, head dipping, forehead accidentally nudging Kyle's chin.
Which is about when his brain kindly reminds him the guy hit his head on a fucking rock and went lights out for a second, so his eyes snap up again, spiked through with concern, to seek out lucidity in the guy beneath him. )
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After what feels like fucking forever, the light recedes. He peels his hand away from Kyle's mouth, and a rushed exhale escapes him. His tense shoulders relax, and for a moment, he's seized with such profound relief, he slumps a little, head dipping, forehead accidentally nudging Kyle's chin.
Which is about when his brain kindly reminds him the guy hit his head on a fucking rock and went lights out for a second, so his eyes snap up again, spiked through with concern, to seek out lucidity in the guy beneath him. )