[ On mornings when the fog rolled in, Majima didn't wake up as he usually did, in human form. This time, the warm press of fur insulated him from the cold, and the big, solid mass of his boyfriend served as his body pillow. His eye closed against the cool air at first, and he burrowed back under the comforter and up against Tim.
Fog time
One moment. Two. Then, more alert: ]
Tim?