"Pete! Did you take my jacket?"

"Possibly?"

"Would you, by any chance, give me my jacket back?"

"No."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes."

"Do I need to take my jacket from you forcibly?"

"Baby, I'm cold! I need to warm up!"

"But I need to go to the grocery store and get stuff before the snow hits! It's cold!"

"Who says you need to go to the grocery store?"

"Me," Mikey says, a smile playing on his lips. "You're really that cold, then? You don't want to just smell like me?"

Pete raises his arms in defense. "Woah, baby, when have I ever-"

"Twice last week, seventeen times this month, thirty-seven times in the last six months, and sixty-four times in the past year."

"Okay, granted, I do take your jacket because it smells like you, but I really am cold!" Pete says, looking at Mikey with a grin. "Also, it smells like you."

"Well, I'm warm, and I smell like me, too."

"Are you suggesting that I make you into a jacket?"

"No," Mikey grabs the remote and turns on the fireplace. He gets a giant, fluffy brown blanket from the closet and sets it on the arm of the couch. "Jacket. Off."

Pete complains that he'll get hypothermia and die, and it will be Mikey's fault, though Mikey just nods sarcastically and throws his jacket across the room.

"No, I'm not suggesting you make me into a jacket, dork. I'm suggesting that I keep you warm."

Mikey scoots Pete over and lies down beside him, though there's not much room. He throws the blanket over both of them.

"Better?"

"Much better," Pete smiles lazily, kissing Mikey's cheek. "I hope you realize this was all a ploy to get you to cuddle with me."

"Dork. I'm in love with a fucking dork."

"I could say the same to you, Mr. I-Know-A-Million-Different-Dog-Breeds."

"You got me there," Mikey says, closing his eyes.

"Hey, Mikey?" Pete asks. Mikey doesn't answer. "Baby?"

Mikey lets out a noise that sounds like a pig being cooked alive over a fire. Pete soon realizes that it's a snore and laughs.

"I may be a dork, but you're the dorkiest," Pete snickers, burying his face in Mikey's chest, pulling the blanket up to his shoulders, and trying to fall asleep (which, coincidentally, has been easier ever since Mikey moved in).