". . .what happened?" Shiro asked cautiously, squinting in the dark of the small shack.

"Storm must have knocked the generator out," Keith said evenly, his steady voice reassuring as another crack rang through the shack and felt a little like it had split Shiro's skull, for a moment, "it happens sometimes."

Shiro was about to ask another question, but it fell out of his head as a spark flared into the light of a candle and illuminated Keith's smile in a warm glow; Keith returned to him on the couch and put the candle carefully on the stone table beside them, giving the shack a warm, cosy feel in the midst of the shocking storm outside.