Arthur uncurled frozen fingers and accepted the steaming mug gratefully. The torrential downpour continued around them, as if the second Flood was imminent, but the thick cluster of leaves above them offered protection enough. Arthur lifted his cloak and Lancelot crawled in beside him, molded his shivering body to Arthur's side. "If it's not snowing..." Lancelot smiled. "...It's raining," Arthur finished and smiled back. Their fingers brushed, then curled together, hidden under the folds of the cloak. A warm secret on a chill night.
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