[Why is he cold it is really not that cold in here. A prickle of unease trails down Alex's spine. He has half a mind to just ditch the guy where he is - but he's not completely ready to, in good conscience, abandon some kid to freeze to death in a perfectly temperate library.]

Seriously? It's - not that cold in here. I mean, I'm comfortable.

[Another shiver of repressed memory. God what is this.]

Do you need like, someone to, uh, get you a jacket or something?