[short answer: 'yes'. He shifts until they're shoulder to shoulder.]
Let me see your hands.
[He has small, slow-burning flares in his utility belt. Two of them. Each will last for an hour, and they put out a few BTUs of heat each. He cracks one, and then takes his gloves off. His fingers are stiff from the cold and old injuries. His knuckles ache. He accepts the pain, uses it to sharpen his mind, and then boxes it away, its usefulness spent.]
no subject
[short answer: 'yes'. He shifts until they're shoulder to shoulder.]
Let me see your hands.
[He has small, slow-burning flares in his utility belt. Two of them. Each will last for an hour, and they put out a few BTUs of heat each. He cracks one, and then takes his gloves off. His fingers are stiff from the cold and old injuries. His knuckles ache. He accepts the pain, uses it to sharpen his mind, and then boxes it away, its usefulness spent.]