Corbin watches as the wind stirs his hair and he can almost see him clinging to the rigging of a ship for a moment. Gods, Harry is such a dramatic bitch.

It's great.

He shakes his head from where he's tucked up. "So long as you stay there I'll be fine." Harry is warm, and he's tucked away from any sort of wind, so between Harry and the chimney and the blanket he's downright cozy.