"I think you'll find I can be pretty fucking stubborn," Theoden agreed with a soft chuckle, leaning back against the trunk of the tree and relaxing a bit further.
Or at least he started to, before the younger man had curled up against his side and snuggled in with the blanket. He went stiff as stone, eyes wide. He suddenly had no idea what to do with his arms, and the heat rushing to his face felt like it could have caused a spontaneous forest fire.
He forced himself to breathe, trying to focus on the movement of air in and out of his lungs. Gods, why were people so difficult to predict?! Most other animals, he could read their body language and figure out what they were planning to do. Two-leggers...
Shit.
Carefully, he shifted a little in the hopes that he'd make himself slightly more comfortable. Damn, if the kid wanted to sleep on him, well...that's what he'd do, apparently. Poor thing probably just wanted some heat, since they couldn't build a fire.
He still didn't know what to do with his hands.
"...G'night, Mikhail."