[ Squall nods his head and after giving him a brief squeeze, he gets up and begins wandering off to find some sort of blanket. He ends up dragging the one off his bed and pulling it over to the couch so he could completely cover Warrior in the thing. ]
[ The Warrior still holds tight to his shield, eyes once more dropping their gaze to the Wild Rose carved on the inside and it has his chest tighten some, a wisp of snow to drift by and he finds himself feeling cold again as the tips of his fingers come to gently brush over the words. ]
[ The Warrior will not bother to fight Squall on that and instead, simply come to rest his head down on the couch, still clutching his shield and holding tight to those words that he wishes to not forget. ]
[ Squall lets him lean over to the other side of the couch as he climbs over to sit next to him. A hand rests at Warrior's side to let him know Squall wasn't leaving. ]
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I don't wish to be alone.
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Do you have any extra blankets lying around...?
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[ He's not entirely sure as he can't seem to recall such a simple thing as that in this very moment. ]
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[ He mutters the words softly, allowing his eyes to fall shut and his head to bow some. ]
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[ Squall's arms squeeze him a little tighter, trying to do something... anything to comfort Warrior. ]
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