The warmth seems to burn after the biting cold outside, scalding his skin as he pulls off layers so that he doesn't overheat now that he's near to the fire. He's looking everywhere but at Maine. Stupid really. If it's the Meta, he shouldn't risk taking his eyes off it, and if it's Maine... if it's really his friend, then it shouldn't be a problem.

He knows Maine is looking at him. Doesn't really want to know what he sees, though he snorts softly when Maine speaks.

Maine speaks. Fuck, that's weird. He'd gotten too used to him not being able to, to the growled words becoming just growls. First the injury, then Sigma, then the Meta. He chances a glance when Maine pulls off the makeshift scarf, pausing to stare at bare skin, rather than scar tissue.

He drags a hand through his hair, squeezing away the dampness that's formed at the ends to give himself something to do. "This is how I normally look."