He let Jin fuss over his clothing again—eyes on the rim of his teacup in case the jostling made it spill. Not that he cared, but Jin would, which meant that he needed to as well. With that done, the softened expression on the vampire’s face as he returned the sentiment warmed him from within. Slowly, he was beginning to thaw out. The core of it was well and truly frozen, but the edges were softening, soon to melt into a drippy, puddly mess.

There wasn’t much for him to say after that, so he dutifully sipped his tea. His stomach had been in tightly tangled knots since… then. It was unlikely a simple cup of jujube tea would solve anything, but he was willing to try for Jin’s sake.