"Isn't this lovely?" Keeley said; Roy winced, his fucked knee still giving him more trouble than he wanted to admit having.

"It's a bloody sunset," he said, wincing; didn't seem like it was worth climbing up a hill for, particularly not mid-winter.

"Oh, don't be such a fuddy-duddy," she scolded gently, no real heat behind it; she pulled out a thermos of hot cocoa, poured him a drink, and kissed his cheek -- and though he wouldn't admit it to a fucking soul, it did make him feel a bit better.