<blockquote>Grantaire cannot think why Enjolras is here, why he should concern himself at all with Grantaire. But here he is, bending over to catch up Grantaire’s hands in his and curl his fingers around them. “Your hands are ice.” His touch feels like fire, as if his fervor burns him from within, and Grantaire nearly flinches away, unable to bear it. Enjolras frowns a little, thinking, and then says, half to himself, “You’ll freeze if I leave you alone.”
Trope Bingo, "huddle for warmth" square.</blockquote>
