[ Some part of him wants to leave Casimir to pout under the covers, but Larus is stubborn too, following after him so he can curl up behind him and drape an arm over his waist. To Larus, Casimir feels anything but cold, and yet, he does whatever he can to warm him. ]
What do you want me to do? [ It's a quiet question, feeling helpless and wondering if this really does mean nothing. ]
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What do you want me to do? [ It's a quiet question, feeling helpless and wondering if this really does mean nothing. ]