[his lungs are starting to protest, constricting in the cold air, but Norman keeps driving forward through sheer will and adrenaline. the brief touch of the other man's hand gives him a second wind, and he turns as directed. once they're a safe distance away, he leans over, bracing his hands on his knees, and catches his breath.
after a moment, he realizes that he'll warm up faster if he actually pulls up the hood poking out from the collar of his coat, and flips it up over his disheveled hair]
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after a moment, he realizes that he'll warm up faster if he actually pulls up the hood poking out from the collar of his coat, and flips it up over his disheveled hair]
Thanks. ... You - you okay?