"I will, and I'll win my flask back," he says, pointing at Liam in challenge. They hadn't actually agreed on it as a prize, but Marty likes the idea of that back-and-forth, so he's willing to sacrifice it. After a moment, he nods to the inhaler as he slips it away and asks, "Are you okay?"

Liam yawns, and though Marty is ready to say goodnight, he's plainly pleased when he doesn't have to. "Thought you'd never ask." He grabs Liam's hand, his own still tingling with cold, and flashes a pink cheeked grin as he tugs him backwards towards his down door. He manages to open the door without looking, but turns when they enter. The candle is still burning unattended on his desk, filling the room with dim gold light and apple-mahogany scent. He does have to let go of the other boy's hand to kick off his shoes and toss his coat and Liam's scarf over his chair.