[Might not even be that long either. He doesn't have a damn track record for this sort of thing to judge time by. He slips on his shoes, opens the door, and steps out into the night air. He feels the breeze—damn, the wind feels weird when all you've got on is a long-sleeved shirt and no coat to break it—but he doubts the cold's going to get to him. At least not tonight. Well, not him anyway. Pretty sure the world would make him invincible tonight if they could read his mind. Because it has that kind of stupid sense of humor.
He then looks back.]
But if you think you're gonna be cold, I can grab it.
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We ain't going far. Don't need it.
[Might not even be that long either. He doesn't have a damn track record for this sort of thing to judge time by. He slips on his shoes, opens the door, and steps out into the night air. He feels the breeze—damn, the wind feels weird when all you've got on is a long-sleeved shirt and no coat to break it—but he doubts the cold's going to get to him. At least not tonight. Well, not him anyway. Pretty sure the world would make him invincible tonight if they could read his mind. Because it has that kind of stupid sense of humor.
He then looks back.]
But if you think you're gonna be cold, I can grab it.