Fabian squeezed her hand when her head dipped to rest against his shoulder. That's also when he realized he was still holding her hand. With them so close, he hadn't noticed the little contact they had. She must be getting tired by now, he was starting to feel the long track around borders in the snow. Who knew how long she had really been following him. A long time could have meant anything.

He listened as Samara described Louisiana. Giving a small chuckle at the mention of gators. It was another accent part that he really did enjoy. He had personally never been to the United States on his own free will and never to Louisiana. He hadn't gone that far south, mostly in popular states like California and New York. The war was mostly on Canadian lands, or at least that's where he was stationed to fight.

"Sounds nice. Maybe I'll visit one day in the future," He looked down studying their hands for a moment. After a moment of silence he glanced back up,"You should get some rest. I don't know what tomorrow is going to bring."

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"Oh yeah, I'll have to visit you for sure I'll make sure to sneak into your house and fall on my butt on my way in," Fabian teased with a smirk. He had figured that's what happened earlier with the loud bang. That's what the signs pointed to anyway,"I'll need somebody to show me how to hunt an alligator."

"I'll rest later, I want to stay up just a little longer and listen to the wind," He told her with a small smile. He wasn't as tired as her, it was a long journey but one he was used to. He had been well prepared for it so he was fine. She was beginning to look exhausted though. He gave her hand another squeeze before letting go.

"Go ahead and get some rest. You can use me as a human blanket or pillow if you want. I'd personally rather sleep by the fire place than in a rocking chair," He studied her face a moment before turning his gaze away and to the fire. The fire was almost out at this point which meant that it was probably going to be a cold night.

He was interested in exploring the States...but only way after the war. He wished that Canadians and Americans would just be friends again. He was tired of war and more importantly tired of all this fighting. They were both people, why couldn't they just get along?

He moved to lay down, choosing to lay on his stomach and rested his head on his hands. He was worried about tomorrow, that's for sure. He knew they would probably have to dig themselves out of the cabin and it would be a long trek back. He was also worried about what both of their bases would do having not heard from either of them.

"Just get me up if you need to change positions or anything."

He arched an eyebrow at the statement To be honest, he was used to her inappropriate comments and took that as another one He felt her body press into his and gave a small smile. Once she was comfortable, he fixed the blanket so it was covering both of them.

"Goodnight, Samara We'll figure out everything tomorrow," Fabian whispered in the American soldier's ear before resting his head on his hands and studying the fire. He was a bit too anxious to sleep. He was worried about the storm.

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"Good night, Fabian. Rest well."

His smile couldn't help but grow at her words. It was odd how a simple statement could get his heart racing or those butterflies in his stomach. Her laying so close to him didn't help the issue either, although at this point he had given up trying to push them and their closeness away.

Fabian was awake most of the night but he did eventually drift off into a light sleep. However, the wind didn't stop and the storm just got worse. He was used to storms but not the noises they made in cabins. Not when he was stressing over everything else. So he kept on waking up at every noise.

It got to the point that each time he would wake up, he would grunt and bury his head into Samara's shoulder. He wasn't sure how she was able to sleep through all of it.

However, at about dawn, he was able to settle down and finally sleep for good. He began snoring lightly as the sun raised into the sky. His position had went from on his back to on his side with his head buried into Samara's shoulder. He slept soundly, unaware of the cold room or the sunrise.

Fabian started to stir at the feeling of movement beside him. He didn't exactly want to wake up, he just moved a little and kept his eyes shut. Then warmth pressed against him and he pressed his body against the source of the warmth. He buried his head deeper into his pillow, or what felt like a pillow. It was just as warm as whatever was pressed against him though. He would take the warmth, he felt almost frozen with how cold he was.

He sighed at the feeling of fingers brushing his hair. The touch felt soft and he welcomed it. He had never felt anything so comforting before. Nobody had ever touched him, much less his hair. He sighed deeply, knowing that it was time to get up but he didn't want to open his eyes. Not yet. This felt like he was in heaven.