His glasses were slipping down his nose, an irritating fact, and he pushed them back up, pulling the velour blanket more tightly around him as he turned another page and waited patiently. The stars outside the huge window so close by glittered with a fierce brightness that was almost like the clear sharp cold of space to him, and yet he was wrapped in the warmth of his cover and the fire blazing so cheerily only feet away from where he sat.
The sound of a door opening and shutting caught his ear and he slid a scrap of silk between the pages to mark his place, rising and moving silently in stocking feet to the small foyer, smiling at the figure rapidly pulling away mittens, scarf and heavy winter coat.
'I believe,' the tall slim man said, 'that it is getting colder. Much colder. By tomorrow, we might find it impossible to leave the house.'
A dark brow rose as he took his lover's coat, helping him put things away. 'It won't be that much of a catastrophe, I think,' Wufei replied, heading towards their well-appointed kitchen and the whistling tea kettle.