Walking home from the pub, the heavy rain caught them by surprise; James dragged a dampened Robbie into a darkened doorway to wait it out.
Stepping behind him, James opened his coat and wrapped it and himself tightly around Robbie. “Just trying to keep us warm, Sir!” he explained when Robbie began to protest at being manhandled and restrained.
Robbie had to admit that he did feel warmer, though it would have been more comfortable if James’ keys weren’t digging into his hip. When James began to rock slowly, Robbie’s eyes widened with surprise and delight: that’s not James’ keys.