Her finger brushed against his cheek, warm to the touch, but still sending a shiver down Heimdall's spine as her palm cupped his cheek. Freeze or melt, he'd fall apart into her if she'd let him. But she pulled away, and whispered softly in Heimdall's ear. His fingers brushed up against hers, a quiet return of the same sentiment, as the man could hardly trust his words.
Because of course, they'd failed him once he realized she had a drink after he'd already asked if she wanted to get one. Because Theodore was, of course, the most observant human-being in the world (You'd think with how hig