Happy Drabble for tejas, et al

HEARTH

 

Daniel stepped out of the cabin’s bedroom. “I feel ridiculous.”

 

Jack twisted around. “Do they fit?”

 

Daniel tugged experimentally. “I guess.”

 

“C’mere.”

 

Daniel padded to the couch and sank down into the cushions.

 

Jack threw an arm around him. “Comfy?”

 

“Mmm.”

                                                                                       

“Perfect for lounging by the fire on a snowy night?”

 

Daniel sighed. “They’re absolutely perfect in every way. Is that what you want to hear?”

 

“They’re absolutely perfect in one way,” Jack corrected.

 

“Oh?”

 

Jack ran his hand down Daniel’s back. “Good old-fashioned trap-door technology,” he said, and watched with delight as Daniel flushed as red as his longjohns.